From

From the back corners
of this constrained mind,
comes old memories,
entwined with cobwebs
and brain dust, in all
the nooks and crannies.
Being on the narrow edge
of my own insanity.
This mind is cluttered,
words need to be
scraped free from views
of long, past positions,
to update the way
and think of love.
Don't dwell on the hate.
Re-use the words.
Find a new way
to continue your writing
and say, my life is better
at least on this day.