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Back and forth. Back and forth. Every step forward means two backward. Some people get stuck in a cycle going 'round and 'round; living a dangerous life style - it's all they've been around. The vicious cycle is real for me and even though I am aware of it that doesn't make the fighting easy, it truly feels like it's not fair. Is it? Why, in those crucial moments, does my conscience step aside? Watching as I make no sense in the choices that I decide. The cycle truly does control me no matter how hard I fight back the addiction takes hold of me coming on like a panic attack. One day I feel tough as nails high hopes on meeting my goal then negativity tells its tales defeating my determined soul. Constant reminders and triggers and people who forget to try. Honestly, I feel that it figures inside we all just want to fly. Like an elastic, I go back and forth, one day there's hope, the next defeat I may never know my true worth unless the cycle, I can beat. Two steps forward no steps backward. Move forward. Move forward.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
back and forth.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Every step forward means two backward. Some people get stuck in a cycle going 'round and 'round; living a dangerous life style - it's all they've been around. The vicious cycle is real for me and even though I am aware of it that doesn't make the fighting easy, it truly feels like it's not fair. Is it? Why, in those crucial moments, does my conscience step aside? Watching as I make no sense in the choices that I decide. The cycle truly does control me no matter how hard I fight back the addiction takes hold of me coming on like a panic attack. One day I feel tough as nails high hopes on meeting my goal then negativity tells its tales defeating my determined soul. Constant reminders and triggers and people who forget to try. Honestly, I feel that it figures inside we all just want to fly. Like an elastic, I go back and forth, one day there's hope, the next defeat I may never know my true worth unless the cycle, I can beat. Two steps forward no steps backward. Move forward. Move forward.
Copyright Sarah JG 2017
sarah-gammon
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
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