The Tides of Change

Perusing the tales of others

Launch me into a trip of nostalgia

seven years gone

feeling like lifetimes away

The men I’ve known who were hesitant at times

I never could fathom their concerns

But I sit here remembering those old promises

the taste of pain writhing through me

to resist and control cravings which taste so sweet.

A crimson passion burns inside

but the shame of breaking oaths would sting, forevermore

in ways none should ever fathom.

The greatest challenge yet

is finding ways to survive.


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