Breadcrumb #567
KELLY THOMPSON
The ice cream didn't work
The constellations breathwork holy yoga retreat did not either
Neither did the psychiatric ward or the Zoloft and Seroquel
Or the guru whose eyes promised heaven
None of the trips to Mecca or otherwise nor the moves across country or alleys
The new discoveries about the plasticity of the brain and the role of trauma
Or the function of attachment styles; all came up zero
The Holy Scriptures though they made you burn with longing did not save you either
There were so many templates within which to fit, so many ways to the pearl
None of them worked
No not the lover of your dreams either
In the end you were left where you started
Sitting before the universe unfolding before you
And no pathway around it