Smooth breath
I beset from your bated breath
Unless the stress that’s given to me clear
Resides unfound and unclear
The key to my restitution lies in recognition
Opaque and sticky, defiance. Then remission
Upset and overreliant on bad positions
The lever’s balance is set on a dud pivot
Problems unseen stay while shit thickens
While the root is left untapped
The branch kindles
This one I wrote at a point where I felt like I was falling into the same trap. It’s me giving myself the same advice I give my friends which is that the first step to solving a problem is identifying it. The last two lines are me realizing that my problem at the time was already starting to catch fire while I was focusing on menial things.