The Fix

He fills his syringe with poisoned words pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon They rise up through the needle in perfect order "Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser" There in the cylinder they mix together until they are a perfect black ink Although he no longer sees the words their meanings are not lost on him As he injects them into his arm he feels the blackness Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart At first he enjoys the burning sensation as capital letters make way for the smaller ones In the moment he's convinced they are lies When they reach his heart he becomes a true believer By choosing to be less than he is he occupies his excuses The I can'ts and never coulds The poor me's All the reasons he's not good enough The words stack one on top of the other until his heart is filled with empty Empty promises Empty dreams Somehow this comforts him He holds tightly to It's not my fault It's just the way it is His is a waking dreamless slumber only lies seem believable So he injects another word "Anger" Then a question "Why do others have all the luck?" Someone who cares Takes a silver spoon Fills it up with better words Feeds him nourishing words Smart, tenacious, kind and happy He starts with small sips one letter at a time in front of him a golden bowl filled to the brim with phrases "You are Lovable" "Anything is possible" "Your opinion is important" At first he is convinced they are lies Until they reach his gut Until he becomes a true believer Taking everything to heart Satiating his empty Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible His actions speak louder then words His life is not a wasted gift From this day forward He's living his life to the fullest! Inspired by Jai Bankson's poem "The Habit" check it out!