"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"

The dawn isn’t close enough,

yet I am jolted awake

from a dream that felt

like a time machine,

throwing me back to the past, so mean.

Who has resurrected

this silly girl I once was?

I thought I’d left her buried,

dead and forgotten in the past.

Now her restless spirit has returned,

trying to take over

this same old body, heart, and soul,

if possible, swallowing me whole.

The current me is struggling

to keeps what’s been mine all along.

Still, she is so damn stubborn,

demanding that she too stay in the present.

I wouldn’t be having this breakdown

if she weren’t carrying you in her mind.

This is not the time

to let her stick around.

Perhaps I must exorcise her again

before she starts giving me a lot more

than this nonsensical, 3 a.m. breakdown…

R.