Honey

Honey

I miss the feeling of

mental lightness.

Of when my head didn’t feel so heavy.

Of when it didn’t feel like

someone’s dropping a small marble inside my skull

with every anxious thought

                         up)

           building

(slowly 

and ultimately snapping my neck

from the unbearable weight.

I want to hold the core understanding of peace of mind

in the center of my heart and lock it in with my ribs.

The peace of having

nothing

but air

swim through the coils of my brain.

The peace that comes from having clarity and sureness

drizzle and drip down my spine like warm, sticky honey.

The peace of not having to run along

side a racing mind,

only to realize 

that the only thing I’m running to catch up to is what

I’ve been fighting to hold onto like an escaping firefly:

Control.

-Mustafa