I, Werewolf

Beating my broken brain.
Waves of clarity are washing over me as I sit inside my comfort zone again.
It should have been a release…Dammit!
But I was wound tighter than an ankle brace during a snow storm.
I wonder… when did I become this neurotic or was I always like this?
I can remember what I was wearing with detail,
During the insignificant secret moments.
But I can't remember when I transcended reactionary.
Unable to tune out without headphones.
Maybe I was turning into a werewolf on the full moon…
Pulled into lunacy by the intimate nature of my earth sign.
Maybe I missed the tide because nothing is as close to my natural rhythm.
I want to think myself the protector,
But I'm defending the creative void against those I love to love.
No closer to fresh fruit...when is catch-up time?
I should do pentinence.