Member Poem

So you breathe? Me too
Does that mean you’re alive?
Not so easy friend
As “they” say “is breathing just the ticking of an unwinding clock?”
You feign interest as do I...
An eye for an eye?
What purpose does THAT serve?
Nothing. 
Surrounded by waves and shadows and lights and balconies...
And people, friends?  Are they real? Are you?
Morning light in a wading pool.
A fresh start coupled with a cocktail of forgiveness and shame,
Who’s to blame?
Don’t look in the mirror, trust me. 
Shattered with an angry bottle of guilt and fault and pain
It’s true.  It happened.  It’s happening.
So relieve yourself and see if the blue dye appears.
See if the stains are visible.
See if you can hide for one more day...