Challenge
The hardest decision you've ever had to make, fictional or nonfiction. Don't forget to tag me @chainedinshadow
You can write a poem or a story, whether fiction or nonfiction, any genre, I don't care. Don't forget to tag me @chainedinshadow
Recovery
I count the days.
They drag on into weeks,
Then months,
Then years.
(I hope.)
I count the days.
Every Monday marks a new week,
Another seven days of control,
Another 168 hours toward freedom.
I count the days on glass fingers.
They are fragile,
Easily broken.
It would take just one moment to shatter them,
One instant of weakness,
One second of lost control.
I count the days,
Fearful of their end,
Terrified of when I inevitably give in to temptation.
I can feel them wearing at me.
My resolve wavers and trembles,
Bending beneath their weight.
I count the days,
Longing for the day when I no longer need to,
Wondering if that is even possible.
Until then,
I count the days.