Woken up Startled From fragments Of a nightmare To find Oneself In another Thoughts Memories Dreams Reality Weave Mesh Merge Trapping Tangling Tossing Me A smashed Mess of Consciousness Churning Fear Shame Repulsion Contempt Sickness For the Savarna self And all One stands On.
Vulnerability, To realize I do not Feel you Amidst this Relentless Onslaught of Pain and Trauma oh! what a moment Of liberation And joy!
I am Ripped of My sanity I am Robbed of My strength I am Rendered Weak and Insane And left to Roam The ravaged Streets of My jumbled Mind Screaming Calling Cursing Snapping Seeking The truth That would Explain me The root of All this Pain
A slight Tremor Is enough To bring down The flimsy Structures of my Savarna self Standing on Fake foundations