Does it feel like it’s crashing down?

The very thing you’ve spent a lifetime running from? Healing from? Facing down those demons, just to find 10 more in its place like weeds in a long unkempt garden?
The bills, the flaming hoops of connection, the disconnection, the missed connection?
The already modified to from here…and I was in dreams… to simple Ground Zero hopes?
Only to discover even that is beyond your grasp?
You thought Ground Zero would be reachable, but the hoop flames with Fury and you cannot grasp it without significant damage?
So you must leave it. Let go, they say.

Let go or be dragged… dragged by the last smoldering embers of ashen dreams; metal hoops still glowing hot – searing, branding you from your silly desire to love and be loved.