A wish. To return. To possibilities
for becoming.
The problem: these accommodations of
familiarity, adapting
To dysfunction & symptoms include:
incessant sighs, bone-weary
Fatigue & fantasies of escape.
Treatment: accommodation.
Of this need to escape,
what’s turned unbearable.
Temporarily, at least.
& then return.
To observe how it got this way
& intend.
To steer differently, soon as enough
rest comes to clear bleary fogs
From weary eyes long trained
toward casting nets
Across these dreary
& abundant bogs
Where the lost remain
preserved & waiting,
still.

Those incessant sighs. I pity those around me. I blame them on Tourette, but everyone still needs to listen to them.
I would be nodding my head in solidarity with your sighs, friend, and feel myself in excellent company : )
powerful work
I appreciate you, friend. : )