Execute the Addiction

Silence the self-judgement

Within every loathsome moment. I became the teacher upon myself.

The noise followed by more noise. As I thought I knew it all.

Defending the watchtower for the battle that I am, and still lost sight of who I need to be. For years, dancing to my remastered loathsome noises. Within a new altercation, I received words of wisdom.

I can decide to be more of that I preached, or be the addiction that swears it doesn’t need more practice.

I can be the executioner who is addicted to what survived, and execute the addiction for deciding to step aside.

I can finish the solo race when I’m silence enough to hear. I can still breathe when I’m out of breath.