Republished on the recovery blog:
I’m an addict,
my therapist told me,
edges are fun.
When first I discovered my ‘affliction’
as it is oft times referred,
I chose anger first to help unveil
the true emotions buried.
That was certainly the beginning
of a long relationship
with denial,
many edges,
from blade to blade,
to ledge, to choice, to reprimand.
I have experienced the fleeting nature of impulse
enough to wish to disregard sound advice.
I have climbed upon the wall of despair,
hopeful somewhere along the way,
I might find an opening, or a reason to slip.
My therapist told me
edges are fun.
I find that to be true
whenever
the trigger seems right in the palm
of my hand,
the vehicle toward
satisfying my edge.
I am a fortunate addict today,
I’ve managed to blur the edge,
well enough to overcome
those crisp shiny endeavors
occasional tricks fo the trade,
labels
insidious
powerful
cunning
ah, the simple solution to the edge,
is certainly
choosing the edge of recovery.
… safe landings …
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