I hear him calling
He who was my master
My ears harken
Temptation pulling
I felt safe for a time
I’m fearful again
Fearing another descent
Down the hard bottom abyss
This will pass
I don’t wanna go back
To my old way of living
Which wasn’t living
It was dying
In an accelerated slow fade
I don’t even know why
I would entertain the thought
Many losses
Countless known
Countless hidden
Traded
For memories that haunt
Stubborn to part
I continue to nourish the torment
Upon my bruised soul
21 yrs of my life under rule
By a dictator I submitted to
My voice was constrained
My screams inaudible
Eventually I quit screaming
To save my voice
I needed to assign speech to the mask
I remember him
I feel him
As if he were again inside me
Penetrating to a once void core
A core he was granted free entry
I’d like to say there is no room for him
And I’m so sorry to God
Ashamed that there would be any questions
Any vacant space available
This will pass
He didn’t die when I quit him
And I think he’s grown stronger
Strategizing and plotting the next take down
An opportunity to carry me below
Insidious he is
He can’t be tamed
I don’t want to try it again
I pray I won’t
I have a pulse, and I am still me
Reasons enough to use or drink
I won’t feel this way forever
Maybe
I hope
This will pass
Things have been great overall
I’ve been gifted with peace I didn’t expect
Genuine peace
Not vain attempts
To know fleeting sensations
I hold to God
My heart is His now
I needn’t be a slave again
I want to live
Awake with eyes open
I pray for relief
For God to carry me through
I too grow stronger
I’ve built forces of my own
He has no power over me
Save that which I give
I will not extend my hand
To his outreaching limbs
Though I sometimes still long for him
I will hold tight to God’s grasp
I will seek support
From another freed slave
This will pass
9 months and five days… That is a gift I cherish
All I have is this moment
I try to live one day at a time
I know I no longer fight unassisted
I understand my own strength is lacking
I haven’t a chance to win
Unless with me God is fighting
What’s with the allure
To such a twisted manipulation????
I’ve become complacent
Let my guard down
Secretly fed him by my passivity
I can’t turn my back away
I must be vigilant
This will pass
It’s been a good while
Ride it out
Deny him once again
Deny yourself again
Illusory rewards
Tempting and tragic
False promises I believed as truth
I still give ear
I still dance with the desire
I still romanticize my altering
I minimize the harsh recollections
I entertain dangerous notions
I have trouble ignoring the lies he whispers
I experience moments where hope is scarce
This will pass.
God’s got you Elizabeth…
©E.D. Allee
October 10, 2013
“Thanks for letting me share.”
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I don’t always feel this way. It’s actually been a long time since I have. I’m riding it out. I still have a lot to allow God to change, ever a work in progress. Thank you for reading. I’m sending gratitude out into the universe to you… soak it up!