The fine art of ignoring pain
requires such effort!
Such imagination.
Years of perfecting and considering all routes to escapism.
So-called recreational, mind altering behaviors
to alter that uncomfortable something
that lurks like a beast beneath.
Then it's time to take flight
into a poisonous oblivion.
So many options,
For wide is the road to stagnation.

For some odd reason I chose the opposite way;
A daring journey and a long, drawn-out fight for personal healing.
I started years ago when the beast
took a strangle hold,
reaching it's death grip through a hole in my soul.
No armor, no weapons, no sense of what awaits,
I took off running towards the thing.
I wanted to know it's name, and so I became,
a coward who is searching out the source of his pain.

11/09/2011

Posted on 11/09/2011
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