Slippage

I can't quite think of the right words, Crowfly, but this is such a powerful poem - perhaps because of the superb balance, the tightrope thoughts of 'shall I / shan't I?' being so finely nuanced throughout. Each stanza moves the reader on from opening gambit to present-tense reflection to open end-game. There is neither 'woe is me' nor bravado-bullshit - but an honest take on a life being well & honestly struggled with, and being slowly resurrected through a difficult time. Hope I've made sense. Josh.
PS: forgot to add that the choice of title is perfect.

You've made perfect sense Josh.  Thank you so much for the kind words and that long and deeply thoughtful comment.  And thank you for the RL entry.  You honor me!

Just take needed control

It's a daily struggle.  Thanks JusTim!

My friend you too have the habit of putting your inner struggles out there. You to expose yourself naked in confession. Like a warrior who puts his scars out without shame and says this is me, these are my scars and you won't have me, because I fight like a raging lion! Good on you my friend. We don't hide our struggles, but lay them in evidence of our courage to fight even if outnumbered or injured. Life is a struggle, not a party. The Crown of Victor comes in the end. Hugs my friend. J

An honest write,  Crowfly.  Its a struggle...yes.  but you will surmount.

Bravo Sir Crow!  Seems you've fought hard and the battles going your way.  

We all have our own 'poisons' to deaden the world around us, I hope you can stop them from ruling you.

Addiction is oh so hard ... I know first hand ... I just hit ten years sober ... it wasn't easy ... but so so worth it ... *cyberhug* ...