Some Kind of Life

I left the house and started the next chapter

and flew with the feeling somewhere between bliss and how to redact her

from the page

ever present but hidden from eyes

surrounded by circumstance I was high flying

smothered with love but guarded by guilt

I am standing in the middle of being

wholly content and completely at odds with the life that I've built

two sides

an everest climb

a never ending tussle with the mind

I've wasted words on such things before

this is some kind of life though