You called out my addiction like my first

name was prescription, getting hanged by

Mr.  Holding on to my last breath like death

was upon me, I was scalding looking for

ways to put out the flames but I was over

charging, hoping one day my scars that

bathed my back would be seen; like a slave

who smelled the leather across its skin

where do I begin, the sins were embedded

in my tissue, thinking that each whip was

inhumane because my soul was too much

to be detained, I wasn’t pouring in to

myself, missing out on ways that defined

my health, a soul crippling cause I couldn’t

see my wealth, I dealt with my shadows

and empty out a well, a space echoed out a

yell like a beast that was trapped in a cell;

peering into the water that was only knee

deep I saw the imprisoned truth that I set

lose so that pebble wouldn’t ricochet

against me, getting goosebumps I escaped

the noose, I reconstructed my foundation

and  catered to the inner me that I grown too