Sometimes I Yell
when we trace the origins of self sabotage
we find ourselves gated to the beings that we
think we are, instead of unlatching ourselves
from it and to what we know we can be
if we can push past the grim and the wroughtness
and muchness of hurt
we can learn that the worst is survivable
that the black is climbable
that even in our ugly moments that slip out of our mouths
and into the mouths of others
we are going to be okay
even if we end up alone