Salad Days

Break

I owe my soul the explanation of the departure of my sanity.
The moment when my life touched a little maniacal.
It began with eyes to eyes and a shake of hand.
My innards felt all at once a possible future.
In an instant it was love.
The woman had leaped from a dream and straight into my heart.
It was clear what had to be done.
I had to guard her love and fulfill her wants and dreams.
I guided her as she ascended to the greatest heights.
Her unworthy pillar soon reached dizzying statures, so close to heaven she could be a goddess.
From lover to mother, in a lightnings flash.
Everything came crashing down, I'm dead in tracks stopped.
Love turned to fear and anxiety.
Life a horror movie nightmare.
The soil of truth beneath my feet began sinking me into new lows.
The drug that was her still coursed through my circulatory system.
Subduing me, undoing my core.
Sobering finally, the real me cried out.
Kicking and screaming I started to fight.
Clawing my way up from the jagged piercing rock bottom.
Adjusting my focus to new found inner peace.
The transparent cracks in our once pleasant facade have finally exploded.
Armed with my wisdomed spirit and golden heart, I breakthrough.
The shattering walls reveal obvious truths.
Every silent tumble, hurt or disregard.
At each sea break, I shall flow out of the black and in the new.