January

I am currently trying to tear
down the walls 
of this suffocating shell I once built
in order to contain
myself. 

It is a distressing experience 
to forget oneself
only to then crave remembrance of that particular 
past personality. 

It feels like sliding off the side 
of a tilted sailboat, 
approaching your terrifically terrible death, until 
a familiar hand 
grabs your sweat-soaked shirt and pulls you back up to 
safety. 

Home, at last!