My mind throws a tantrum.
And I let it.
It yells, grieves,
Lets the toxins stream down.

When my five-year-old self would have been scolded,
I’m in my adulthood egging it on.

Let it get ugly, let it pass over.
There’s nothing to gain,
Or a person’s attention we crave.
Not even qualified rebels,
Since it’s just our badass selves.

The mind thinks it’s sunset
When it comes back together.
Exhausted, ready to carry on.

Almost fresh from the Narnia wardrobe,
I was only gone for 5 minutes.
Except, no one but me keeps this secret.

Yet, we open the windows for fresh air,
Water the damaged,
Patch up the holes.

We embrace what we did.
Mind in hand,
We continue holding on to each other.