There are years that I missed
just because I was outside of
reality. I cant imagine what
those years would be like dry.
All the wine rose through my
blood stream to the top of my
head. Begging myself to stop
was part of the pain. There was
a delusion that I was free. I was
an animal that no container would
fit. I, outraged by life, seemed unfit.
I was a coward and hid from reality.
Now I am a light that shines. My eyes
glisten and I will teach what I know.
I know how to live.
Copyright 12-30-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
Sarah Sisson
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