Self-Defense

At the very least, I am aware of my regression I find myself grasping for the pillars of my past To ground me in the torrential rains and floods I reached for a cigarette and it fixed nothing at all I reached for the knife and it settled me for a moment I reached for the religion that alienated me and my family Within the music I used to listen to I found peace. I found tears I hadn't realized I needed to shed. And though the teachings are still to raw to read I latched to the pillar of religion and it once calmed me.

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