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

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