the only problem with moving forward on this little road
is the inevitable
good stuff
and the inevitable difficult stuff
everyone is full of well wishes and optimism
which is nice
except i'm still in denial
truth is i am so afraid of reliving the past
so afraid of the muddy recovery
so afraid of being completley beyond myself
beyond words beyond the plea beyond the please
my Being is begging for mercy this time
mercy to function mercy to love