Shadowland

Dedicated to all those struggling with addictions of any and every kind.

Rustling silence captures thought-
How long I’ve tread this beaten lane;
Claiming over- “never more”,
Yet here I stand in empty pain.

These restless wanderings seize my heart;
I cannot turn for fear I fall.
As storm rides sunset, fierce and full,
I scream confusion at the squall.

These chains of habit formed in steel
I smithed myself- no captor’s hand-
So now I step, time after time,
Into addiction’s shadow land. 

No sound of freedom, none of life;
Obsession creeps with greedy gait
And still I walk this dream of death,
A barren trail of love and hate.

Searching on for mind’s release
Ellipsing darkness, void of light,
Held fast by “MORE” that will not cease
My strength is gone but still I fight.

Hear now, the wisps of wind that calls
Round smoldered ash and filthy feet,
A gentle stirring through my soul
Where frightened girl and warrior meet.

A breath I feel, a dormant gasp,
For One exhaled life-giving air-
A hopeful seed is planted now
through lonely cry and desperate prayer.

No stronghold’s baiting worth resign
No pleasure’s grip can spirit take.
So here I stand- resolve renewed
And should I die- with Him, I’ll wake.

Author's Note

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