The Grip of Torment

I close my eyes and take a breath
with the intent on starting over.
But as soon as I inhale
it all begins again.

Every pain.
Every sorrow.
The things I mean to exhale
that keep me from being stronger.

And I feel as if I’m drowning;
the onslaught,
the gravity of my imperfections
dragging me under the raging water.

And as much as I’d like to let them go,
they’re the only thing offering
the life line.

(C) Marie Meyers, 2013

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