Tuesday, March 1, 2011


driving to work

on a saturday

morn, i pass

my former life

sitting in the

coffee shop,

they all laugh

and talk about

the weeks events

and i leave it all

behind, over and

over again, it’s

like a sharp object

to the gut, this guilt,

this pain of the former

life i once lived.

but it feels right, as

i enter my office

taking my choices

one day at a time

i feel real for the

first time and

i do it for me

and i know that

one day this

will all be a distant

memory, those

early days of pain

and regret.

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