aftermath

I remember I wrote a poem about my perspective of my mind,
I wrote it to vent, to paint a picture that illustrates what I go through whenever my mind goes chaotic.
The aftermath is unrecognizable compared to how it was from the beginning.
That's still how it is now,
The only difference,
Is that I'm cleaning up the wreckage,
Little by little,
No matter how long it will take me.

a.b.