Relapse


I see it lurking.

Its presence suppressed

Oppressing me all of the while.

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I feel it creeping.

Hovering over my shoulder

Far enough out of reach to rid.

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I hear it breathing.

The shallow pants match my own

A puppet on strings my lungs have become.

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I smell it decaying.

My soul is a feasting ground

I feed it unwillingly.

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I taste its promises.

Begging me to give in

Assuring me of fortune.

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I put on my mask.

I plead for me to give up this act

I can’t help it if I relapse.

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Make sure you join us tomorrow for the 5th entry into the Finding Who We Are series. Here’s a little excerpt to whet your appetite. 🙂

“Every moment that passed, she wondered how she could get back to that girl she was before. No longer did the sun shine. No longer did she understand why she couldn’t move on with her life. She understood what she needed to do but she never moved.”

Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers. We received bad news today and are having to cope. It would be appreciated.

You are loved.

You are valued.

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