fix...

nothing in your life
is close
to being permanent
with the exception
of maybe
your name
but at times
your own identity
and self-worth are shaky
and the choices you make
often times
leave you with
those black spots
as you try and remember
what you did
the night before
but can’t
that large gray area
that could mean anything
under the sun, moon, and stars
as you search for the quick fix
that temporary high
that makes you feel loved
wanted, needed, and accepted
for the person you are
only to come down
frantically searching
for an even better fix
to make the feeling
of the last one
amplified
only to find out
maybe a little too late
that you might be searching
for the rest of your life.


from my next poetry book "untouched soul"

peace.