today
I sat very still
the kind where you can almost hear the silence. I could feel my heart alive in my chest. beating.
walk on. walk on. walk on.
it wasn’t easy
I had to crawl to get here.
a lot of time spent tip toeing
through easily depressing situations
I don’t do well with emotional upsets
slit wrists
like please don’t hurt me
palms curled to a fist
but I couldn’t seem to
escape
his body weight
some things you just can’t
undo
unlike a knot tied
and pulled tightly
straight like a line
testing for sobriety
I AM NOT
linear
but you are
just like how you
think the past
shouldn’t
bother
me
and how recovery
should be me
getting over
it all
can you really call
yourself a professional
if you have never
walked the line?
so.
please- try mine.