hope
how easy it would be
to slip back into old familiar ways,
back to a time when control wasn’t mine
and self loathing made decisions easy,
once upon a misery
not that long ago, back in time,
when your world was a prison
without light, just dark, no pride,
peace of mind wasn’t mine
and all the world didn’t understand,
the imps grip upon me
the way it cripples, compelled and demanded,
every action i made
wasn’t mine to understand,
how far i’ve travelled forward
the path behind me now....a parable
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