I’ve ridden passion like an unbroken horse,

Throwing myself into each new shiny object

Human as well as material, physical as well as political,

Questions and curiosities turning to obsessions…

As the waves engulfed my heart.

Again and again…

I’ve faced fears… real, imagined, and unimaginable, created

By these obsession as they crashed onto my bare soul.

And yet…

I lay empty,

Devoid of peace,

Lacking in fulfillment,

Not knowing…

Who I am.

So it seems

That passion has ridden me…

Tossing my mind aside,

Unfocused and empty now

Of the very passion I desired.

The receding waters of repeated floods.

Revealing much accumulated experience,

But

With no further place for

Passion…