My Shadow

“Nobody stays recovered unless the life they have created is more rewarding and satisfying than the one they left behind.” – Anne Fletcher

Following me, I stop moving.
Is this a sign, do I adjust my viewing?

I made that point, of getting away.
But it’s catching up, trying to stay.

Whispers follow me, I feel I’m cursed.
Opposing attacks softly, am I making this worse?

I block out the craving, focus on my bluff.
I can’t help but wonder, have I walked far enough?

I gave up my addiction, I’m focusing on us.
But when I turn around, it’s waiting, lying heavy like dust.

A figure steps out of the shadows, I step back in fear.
She takes off her mask, ever drawing near.

I lay here in panic, as my realization is met.
Her arms reach forward, is it time to pay my debt?

She takes hold of me softly, I’m met with a warm embrace.
As I once feared this shadow, I now realize she’s my saving grace.

This shadow isn’t my addiction, dragging me towards night.
It was you all along, holding me upwards, along for this fight.

Following me, I stop moving.
Is this a sign, have I started improving?

My addiction is fleeting now, I can forget about the dial.
I see you following me closely and I can’t help but smile.

- Brandon Yaeger