i turn the page

Turning Page - Sleeping At Last

I turn the page
of this season
of my life
only to end up somewhere
I thought long passed
enduring the same mistakes
Grasping at the same fate
still so painfully and completely ...
how have I grown into
only more of the same;
same wrong path
how do I do this
so well?
it seems my only skill
is that of personal upheaval
and undoing
misguided attempts at reformation
disillusioned aspirations exciting a future that simply
will not come to pass
no recourse of ideation
but one...
its cool to the touch
introspection of such delivers
anxiety on my skin
unblunted edges drag across the soft surface
so easily blemished
so quickly
and lasting for the rest of my eternity
it's so easy
so finite
so damning
yet it is the only release I can find