Here I sit:
a cartoon version of myself,
stripped of the crutches
I engage with, chemically
nudging my brain toward
comfort — stillness.

No prelude of Death
these abstemious times.
On the contrary,
on this third day
I realized I could
rise like Jacob.

` rlw
3`​12`2018

Photo of a puff by chuttersnap on Unsplash
Photo of Cartoon Me by the Honey Bear