It seems so foolish now
Years of rigorous training
Hours of meditation
Honing mind and body
Holding the beast in me at bay
Hoarding my humanity like a marble, or a button
Shiny
And worthless.
A warped, broken, freakish body
A shattered mind
A broken heart
Doesn't matter
None of it matters
What is the point of a mind-body connection
When you're losing your mind?
Objects? Clothing? This home?
Nothing. Discard them.
Words? Leave them, too.
Less to carry.
No memory. No pain, no loss.
Give it all up
Release the white-knuckle grip, finger by –
Claw by claw.
Like you should have done years ago
"Hamato Yoshi"
Who?
So foolish.
Gone.
Gone with my children.
There is only this, now.
There is only a rat.