168 hours, 3 days, 4 months
One day,
one without harming,
one day without it overwhelming me.
24 hours strong.
A week and I go back
168 hours before,
I crumbled beneath
overwhelming feeling to harm.
One, two
It’s only three, days
without.
Two weeks
gone, and nothing
only moments
proving to myself,
I can do this.
Three, days
A month, no harm
I cry at night,
I have weakness,
I can’t hold out,
I need to feel
I break a sharpener,
I ready myself.
Waiting, hesitating, stopping
I am better than this.
One, two
Two,
months gone,
Monday
Tuesday,
Wednesday
Thrusday,
Friday,
Freedom!
I forgot,
after three
what it felt like,
where I hid them
And four?
well it’s coming soon,
and then it’s five,
six,
a year
a life
Four months
One, two,
three, days.
One, two,
four,
months.
(2014)
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