4.6.23

I am trying to
be patient with myself.
Walking
down the street
towards something else,
I thought:
I am tired.
I think it is time to 
hang up my armor
and end the
long long 

battle 
I have waged
against myself. 
I don't even remember 
when I began it. 

But I want something else. 
The wind cold against my legs. 
I am trying to imagine 
a beautiful life for myself, 
a face in the mirror
that looks just like my own.