Pride
Here I am again. My heart clenched tighter than a fist. I can see a brick wall. Stories have held me back most particularly my own but on the other side of that wall is living. Too afraid to trust, too afraid to take action. These drugs displace me. Let go! Let go! I'm tired of hanging on. The cliffs edge has never kept me safe. I'm going to fall one way or another but I never trust the drop. The fall, my face flush with anxiety. The only benefit of hanging on to the last second is that you plummet with tired arms. And to what end do you choose this living casket, a space to hide rather than house your functions. This sweet torture is what you live for, this dreary pattern is what you know. Pride is a rock that sinks you. Pride is the sin etched on your gravestone. This man is too afraid to live. He is too afraid to live in perfection in fear that he would ruin it. He is too afraid to live in dystopia in fear that it would consume him. He cannot live in a prom