Unsteady

Apoplectic;
but not at first:
It was a slow burn
to an infamous epiphany,
that lit the match.

My diagnosis, the
karmic weight.

All the damage I helped create.
I am cracked and scarred
in places I can’t show,
and you can’t see,
medicated for the rest
of my days.

I am my worst enemy,
says God, whispering the truth
to my face, and I will undo myself
in time.

I am the small percentage
who believes it is not a diagnosis
but my new identity; I had so many,
and if you knew me well, you’d agree.

-LM