“For Now, It’s Settled Into a Numb Disposition” by Danielle Parker


we're all just trying to play our part,
make each other feel welcome
shun the ghosts
when once i drew from my quiet reside
i now find myself on the outside

you'll find me gone without a trace
drawn and tied with a hint of distaste
so go ahead, get nice and cozy in my place

and even if i hate myself for what i've done,
can passion bring me to the past?
and even if i hate what i've become
will that give me the strength to remember
how to flip the page
turn the rage into something you can never forget
and god help me if i can't remember before my funeral,
how to turn something like this
into something beautiful