There’s always at least one storm brewing in the distance, and I keep it that way.
Trouble seems to find me too easily, so I only wish for just one more day.
But unless I see the dark clouds forming by the horizon, I cannot go on.
The horror is like music to my ears, and I cannot help but sing the song.
They call me a masochist when it comes to proving everyone else wrong.
I see the correlation and I don’t fight it; I’ve nurtured it all summer long.
The shadow creature within my chest keeps feeding on uncertainties.
It never controls me, no, it only gets fed when I do as I please.
When it comes to self-sabotage, I’ve never met anyone quite like me.
I’m the perfect tirage – they taste the wine, then destroy my psyche.
There’s a storm in the distance, there always is, and they say I cause it.
Trouble seeks me out in the darkest of places, takes my guilt as a deposit.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 