Hindsight

Sometimes
cast my eye back over years shrouded in smoke
a trail sticky with cherry menthol syrup  most
obvious- that I limped from disaster to space to despair
clinging to whatever would take my arm
Hold me(me, me) up. Happiness that fell away
when the money dried up,
when there was no one to wring
it from. To kiss it better.
Highs too high to leap safely from, no firm ground
I hadn’t pumped full of air, years earlier
Blurry days I thought were ok, promptly
three quarters forgotten
in the dark
air thick with smoke, head pounding
licking my wounds, chewing new ones and
Disappearing. A lump in my ankle as evidence
Aches, are only physical now
mostly.
How sweet it is not to need,
To choose, clear eyed. 

Author's Note

Spur of the moment, cant get it right

Reviews

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:: it's a beautiful piece... i am reminded of how it was when i stepped out of my phase of substance abuse... metaphorically speaking, it felt like throwing away one's crutches and running into the wind... uphill and downhill... happy as a bird... and this piece captures that feeling of going from a sort of debilitating imprisonment to complete freedom...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Keep it as is. It's really good.