Tearing Away Temptation's Talons

March 7, 2019

Alone in life she rowed

Upon the lonely waters of life

Her spirit was sinking low

And she wouldn't stop causing strife

She was still there in physical form

But her dreams lay deep in the river

Broken by a bottle of identity torn

And an irreparable liver

For years her secrets lay hidden

Her beauty shone brightly on busy streets

But of control, inside, was ridden

Filled with addiction, not hero's feats

For years in and out of the waiting room she walked

We raised our eyes in hope that she might recover

Because she, Temptation had stalked

Like a determined, vengeful lover

Like a ghost she hovered

Between the foreboding gates of death and life

We wished she had run for cover

For Temptation’s talons held her hostage

Held to her throat, a venom dipped knife

But she rose up and tore the knife from her neck

The murkiness cleared from her eyes

And she held it to her prisoner's (throat) instead

She yearned to compensate for all her lies

And she didn't seem to know

That all we'd ever wanted

Was for her to face us with a cloudless mind and fearless eyes in tow

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