irony in reflection

 
I know nothing of silver spoons
no knowledge of silver platters
but I have a deep & haunting familiarity
with the magnetic ladle of self-loathing
surprising how often I put it down
...moved on...
only to find it back in my hand
cold surface slapping hard against my delicate psyche
the marks it leaves placed strategically
where only I can see
reducing me to a silent wreck
at times like these...
...avoidance becomes key
so nobody sees how the slightest breeze completely unbalances me
as I totter on legs too traitorous to walk
trying to determine what brought it on
& reconciling this new facet of my being
...with my entirety
struck by the idea there's no hope of redemption
ready to throw in my cards...
...and fate steps in
snapshot memories of where I've been
like a come-to-jesus sit-down
it's just another battle
don't let yourself get rattled
look what you've already overcome
you've journeyed so far...
...don't let this little skirmish make you forget...
...who you are