The most incomprehensible force of action when there is a volcano eruption happening within you only you can feel. That favorite juice from your favorite joint shaken to the bare minimum of your self worth. The rigidity of what has happened to your inner being, an addiction of a lifetime entangling every corridor of your being. Never going a day without it. A never-ending journey like the test of faith. Zacheaus to say I’m short of words.
Days go by when you see yourself in the mirror, your dark self shouts your new personality to your face. Guilt flies a trip to the Bermuda into the gates of no return. And like a woman in labor, tears break free from your inner self. The shadows of the past. An addiction undone. The brutality in the honest report your guilty conscience provides for your other self. Two mindsets, two different pathways. You love to do it that way and you’ve got to stop it another way.
Back and forth it goes. Feelings you’ve got to choose. You hang in on the thread of breakthrough. And when you’re broken enough, you’ll climb the ladder of peace. Closer to the energy that fixes you piece by piece. Obnoxious ways to forging new paths. From a very obvious and pleasant lane. To the days when the Sun shines by the Milky Way. Putting smiles on your unwholesome face.
The Unknown Known Poet ✨
