Ever since we met, I have been cursing the devil
Because no decent god could have made me this broken.
My ego often consumes me like a ravenous ghoul,
But I shush the vile thoughts and mind the words that are spoken.
The cycle repeats, yet the time spins backwards,
And if I touch that flame now, it will scar my descendants.
If I pull back my hand, if I contain this deep madness,
Can I return to my gods and my fresh independence?
The line I cannot cross has encircled me like a target.
Just one gust of wind, and I will lose all of my grace.
There is a list I keep of people who will not forgive me.
When I look at you, I see each and every face.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 