I can not chase it away in the spirits.
I can not elate myself
Out of the trenches,
but betcha,
I have tried!
Somedays, I inhale nicotine
to ease the depravity...
And it is succulent and of flowers-
easy to inhale
Hide away.
Stow away.
My cough, Bronchial.
Once asked, "How as a healer, do you come to terms with the smoking?",
Nudging of course the question, "How do you justify it?"
The answer has been very simple
for a very long time:
It is my "addictive mind":
My shadow self that has not reconciled yet it's anxiety,
It's angst,
It's trauma...
But I am..
I am...
Working on it.
One step at a time, as they say.
I like that motto; live by it...
One DAY at a time....
and then we can roll onto
and worry about the next.
Nonetheless...
I can not chase it away.
It is you, Dear Love...
and it is me.
It is what in this union we breed...
And I...
But I...
I want to go higher.
I want you to follow me...
nonetheless, just know
I have to get free.
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