Where I am is where I am but where am I now?
Have I time left to get to where I need to go?
Where I am now is troublesome. I’m in a place
Unbecoming of a person. Utter disgrace
Rains upon me. My memories are of sorrow.
Could I feel more remorse if I only knew how?

“All is well and it’s getting more well all the time.”
Not an appropriate mantra is this for me
At the moment but as I get things turned around
In my mind the more humanity can be found
In my nature. I know not how I came to be
Such a person susceptible to certain crime.

Have I the luxury to claim insanity
For all my past behavior? The things that I’ve done
Are atrocious and part of my reality.
Making Peace With Where I Am is how I break free
From my own psychic prison where I had begun
A sentence of self-undoing repentantly.

Where I am is an indicator of where I
Want to be and the gap between them I control.
Everything I’m living is an indication
Of downstream or upstream motion and I’m the one
To decide which direction will make me more whole.
That I feel somewhat hopeful I cannot deny.