This is me, for better or worse, a poem.

I’ve adapted to
cities over time, but now
I prefer the rural sky.

I’ve danced on tables
and in clubs and
drank more than my share
of Mai Tai’s.

Smoked cigars and
cigarettes and partied
all the nights.
I swam with sharks
and flew in planes
I’m shocked
I was once brave.

Now I sit inside my room
frightened of my brain.

Once there was a woman
who felt invincible
then I lost a sibling
and that woman said
“No more.”