If I Don’t
If I don’t form these words in the way that only I can
They will die between my brain and my tongue
Behind my eyes
And I have seen enough grief
It’s dangerous, that beautiful sun
But the moon?
The only scary thing is while it rings out the calm in you
It breeds monsters in everyone else
Relapsing is less disappointing when you realize you’re addicted
If you have never been an addict
Then how do you know?
You fight for one more day
Because time heals all
But when you fall in
Starting over doesn’t feel so bad
Until it’s time
Because addiction is temporary
Otherwise, it would just be called love
Ivory Dee is a poet, mother and author from Philadelphia.