The cycle continues-
The one in which we regress to fetuses,
Curled up and leeching off a stronger body
That may help us grow and be born again,
Pushing past that stage of developmental fluids
And trying again.
This period of the cycle reeks of failure.
I've regressed to fetus and
Have grown into a child.
We do not always bring with us what we learned before.
It's a sweet and then bitter road.
I slice a little piece off of my reason
When I whimper and curl up like a rejected dog.
Who has rejected me?
Only myself.
The cycle continues-
Some days I'm an adult,
but mostly a child.
4/2008?
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