Coming to
terms with instability
is hard
when all your thoughts and heartfelt
memories
are scarred
and stained by circumstances you can’t
change,
disturb,
or fight, or flip, forget, or rearrange
or curb,
crushing your peace—
your inner-self, your calm, your dignity
crushing your piece—
of everlasting shiftless sanity
leaving nothing
but a colossal mess
of naked, bare,
and exposed broken ness