Hid

I wrote a poem Called hiD , which is pronounced “ High - Dee” about my journey and struggle with weed dependency and quitting. Here it is:

HiD

High, I’m HiD

My Reflex is hiding

I reached for the IV

Of My Makeup

My Psyche

Vaguely Recognizing

A desperate delivery

Tourniquet providing

An urgent visibility

Reflecting River

Violently flows back

To my minds pupil

Prejudice intact

Conflicting concepts of desire

Corrupt initiatives of value

Introspecting motive.

Liar

Approval rooms to sell you

Whose light goes there?

Superficial destinations glare

Astray we share the abyss air

Waning into a hazed nowhere

High, I’m HiD

I’m bent if I’m trying

To indent when I’m writing

Stories of my life scenes

My senses fly now

No She’s not shy now

Cradle my systems

So they don’t cry out

Settle the signals

Deep breathe to sigh out

Messages time out

Slowed the bullet - at least

The force field of clouds

Still the reactivity

Yeah..this is what I need

The stillness of the sea

Filter my dis ease now

I’m noticing the trees now

THIS… is what I need

Nested masks fall and I think

I’m feeling more like me

Swaddled in relatability

Certainly we’re cool though

Cause ya’ll see me now

Not feeling too alone

These relaxed eyes all around

I know it’ll fade soon though

I’ll get lost in this room so

The ticking slows.. and

..Slows my roll

And in no time

The Hours fly

Up up and away

Fleeting freedom

Won’t you stay?

Highly elated no delay

Sped passed my past

Exit on the through way

Sedated me — the braver me

My Peculiar express-way

Eccentric in the best way

At a cross roads with

My inner state

I’m stopped up and to my dismay

I’m reading road-signs that relay:

“Belonging Love was here today”

…And there all of the yesterdays

Clear as day, Come right this way

Belonging Love is here to stay