One Poem At A Time

Feeling like I want to walk backwards
Trip over my last words
I promised
Told myself this shit was for the birds

Begging my legs to just turn around
Sit the fuck down
Or else you are surly relapse bound

I swear, I am going to go fucking drown
Just so I can cancel out all the sounds
Echoing in my ears, shouting now

If I take one more step
There goes my recovery
In my head, I have already set up
All the imagery
My poor family

Self, don't fail me now
Dig deep, let the feelings come as they please
Keep the pen in your hand
Write until your knuckles cease

You have a disease
All you can do is hope to cope and try to treat
None of this will come with ease
This is not something you will ever beat

Relax, just breath
So what if you are weak in the knees
Take solace in the fact that you are still in the same spot
You didn't leave