Seas of Loathing

To such degrees that loathing may run- Deeply plunging into the soul and spreading self-deceit. Struggle against the pull of the tide Or surrender yourself to the current and just let go. Either way feels like disaster impending; No options can promise any sort of relief. I’ve been holding on to your needs, Kept myself as your heart’s protection from the world. Now I taste the tenderness and I taste the honey-like lure of my own life, Choices to be chained or to be free leave me breathless. Unable to look into the mirror or even down upon the reality that is me; No grounding in my body, no attachment to my soul. But taking hold of this one man’s affections Has shown me truths I can no longer run from.