The worst kind? (A Poem)
When the feeling hardens in the throat,
Before dealing with the cleanup of many dark storms.
A response of mine prompted via another writer’s Medium story wasn’t supposed to lead to this; As far as I calculated.
After releasing the things needed to begin living a more fulfilling life, I’m only seemingly met with the unexpected.
Of yet another boldly transparent article about the struggle therein my competitive addiction to gaming; the first record in over two-hundred days.
Once you find your lifeline in this, don’t ever let it go.
Inspiring bits of my writer’s journey..
My minds telling me to do a hundred more things this week than the last; my hearts telling me something else.
I must admit I’m attempting to return from yet another recent backslide. This time more quickly. And with far less shame.
