BITTER FOG
Day 3 of Rehab
1 min readFeb 16, 2018
Don’t want to be here
Thinking about sin
FUCK FEAR
Don’t want to begin…
— the work.
Was so about grace —
FUCK IT
Get me out of this place!
Drop into my skin…
…uh yea, NO!
Feeling low
Want to hide under the covers
Sleep for a year
Feeling fat
Filling my stomach
Carbo load my vat
Broken promises
Bitter Fog
No energy to go for a jog
Showing up
Whether I want to or not
Hating it…
.
.
But trusting
I’m going to tear down my own walls
Naked on the page, open up my fierce 💃waterfalls
As this rehab week unfolds… leaving
Truth for all
Written 1/26/18, day 3 of 7.