No matter the level of scrutiny,
I will lower the boom on my security
until I can no longer touch the bottom
floating endlessly in the sea of
dysfunction.
When out in the current,
I cannot see land,
it doesn’t exist except for the occasional
tease of sand between my toes,
not enough to keep my head above water,
or perhaps just then,
a wave slaps me backward into a flurry
of indecision, of prayer, of redemption, of
endless derision.
Of course when I do have an opportunity to breathe,
I am grateful,
I recall the heavy seas, pulling me away,
when grounded,
I begin to question,
how foolish it was to imagine,
I could live that long in suspended disbelief.
Inside the bubble of denial
my addictive personality
could survive forever,
long after my last gasp.
Wonderful. Just wonderful. A powerful poem with a strong impact on the struggles and denials of those with addictions. I especially love the last sentence. Nice job with this one! ๐
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thank you ๐
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