Finality

A Poem by Maria

12/06/12 09:53 pm

At last, I have conquered myself.
Defeated, yet defiantly victorious.
Am I relieved? Will this be enough?
Am I sucked into a curious addiction?
Is it already too late?

It is but a few droplets.
Hardly a trickle.
Unnoticeable. Nice.
Angry, then calming.
It must never be seen.

Sharp gasps turn long, steady.
Frantic shuddering to stillness.
Unnatural sounds to silence.
Red eyes, but my vision is finally clear.
It is beautiful. It is perfect. It is me.

God, protect me from myself, I beg!
I am weak, I am afraid.
Is this my laid out path?
How long must I fake for!
When? Now? Here?

Why.