Friday, June 18, 2010

Shaking

Breathing hard
And shaking
Seething
With anger
And hatred.

Do not back me
Into a corner
I HATE
Not having the option.
I know
You say
I have a choice
But really...
I don't.

Compelled
By guilt
But instinct
And by fear.
My silence
Is my enemy.
My words
Are my relief.

The power
Of addiction
Takes
Away choice
At times
Just like
An oppressive
King.
It is
The law of the land
That I live in.

Memories
Of long ago
Fuel
This fire
To succeed.
Fuel
This fire
To protect
My self.

Independent
And strong willed.
An entrepreneur
Of sorts.
I have
To get
What I want.
Just as...
It has
Always
Been.

And what
I don't want
Is already
Long past
Overdue.

2 comments:

  1. Your posts are wonderful.

    Congratulations.

    Eleven years sober.

    VJ

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