Icicles

I'm sick and I'm tired of all contradictions

I'm sick and I'm tired of laws based on fiction
 

I'm here and I'm hopeful though my heart is heavy
 

Ascension slow, steady, my Spirit is ready

My mind and my body are still catching up though,
 

Vining and budding and blooming in purples
 

Talk myself out circles, through phases, and cycles
 

Warming and cooling and forming like icicles...