I hate how I feel

although common it seems,

having been once again

what I swore I’d not be.

 

Yes, despite all the talks

that I’ve had with myself,

making promises to

put the past on the shelf.

 

Asking Heaven to help me

and forming a plan,

putting forth my best effort

to do all I can.

 

But so quickly it seems

to unravel and fray,

as I learn once again

what I learn everyday -

 

that small problems are made

a full universe bigger

if you won’t stop what starts…

with the smallest of triggers.