Black pills gleaming
Time for the daily dose
Thrashing in the water
Its vapours form thick smoke
I know its taste
Its bitter afterburn
The spasms in the stomach
As it begins to churn
Two steps forward
Three steps back
I know the rhythm
And pattern of this dance
Time has conditioned me
Steeled me to the pain
The bitterness is familiar
What I fear now is change
To taste hope’s freshness
On the tip of my tongue
To feel that yearning rise
Suppressed since I was young
Help me to be brave
To chase hope’s light
To take a step forward
And to risk disappointment’s spite
Disappointment

Anger, Anxiety, Bitterness, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Writing

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