A prose, aight?

Sleepless nights
Take all my might
To focus my sight
On the brightest of lights
A flash of blinding white
Gotta keep things tight
To soar new heights
Where they fly the highest of kites
A tale of my plight
Already finished not quite
Until the day I set things right
Adventures forever I now invite
Come now, I promise not to bite.

Wee morning thoughts.

Sometimes I'm proud of myself. I survive my detox & days go by without anything amiss. Then it'll strike & I'm back to square one. Sometimes I'm thankful for the way things are, other times I wish I heard something, anything. It's silly that I still have these questions and thoughts when they shouldn't matter anymore. God has already helped me by shutting down any and every means possible yet my heart is still not at peace. Sometimes I managed to convince myself that I'm not convincing myself & I'm entirely alright yet other times I'm not so sure. At this instance, I'm all negative emotions. One thing I do know, it still fucking hurts until today & it's just a matter of how I block it out again. They say confrontation is better than running away or suppressing, yet what's there to confront? Nothing. There's no one to talk to without getting a slap in your face in return. At times like this, I feel like I need a psychologist just to talk things out and work things out. I mean how long can one harbor such emotions & not let it eat away at you.

Anyway, I'm sleepy now. Just needed a rant. One of those difficult nights. Night.