I wanted to reach out
Ask for help
Ask for help
Ask for help
Ask for help
Sure, you might respond
But when I’m like this what can you say to make me calm?

My body needs a reason to rally itself
But instead of inspired I am overwhelmed by the task put forth
Which is get and stay well
It can’t be done
It can’t be done
So I imagine a “farewell”
Fill my pockets with stones until I am heavy
As I move close towards the estuary
The waves start licking at the bottom of my feet
I dip them in, say to the stars, “please, consume me”
I made a portrait of this moment ten years ago
Knowing then that this feeling I would not outgrow
Now I try to imagine something else in its place
But once it’s there the feeling seems impossible to erase

Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?
Is there a way out?