When I awoke from sleep
Self-loathing was sitting upon my sheets
Glaring, penetrating my thoughts evilly
At every turn, I saw it's reflection, despising me
It made me want to curl up and die
But I arose and spat it in the eye
Over negative waves I clung inside my boat
Through bad thoughts and the doubts
It tossed in eddies of past mistakes
And rocked in thoughts I could not escape
Plummeting down into my turbulent mind
Stirring up wrong deeds that bind
Things I could have done differently
Rise up and shower over me
Actions borne out of an impetuous mind
This is where embarrassment resides
No decisions were ever meant to hurt
I just didn't stop to consider their worth
"What if's" and "if only's," swirling in a maelstrom
Many, far too late now, to have weathered the storm
Etched into my history's canvass
They are always there, in the darkness
Gradually, the torrent is abating
My attention is turning to something more elating
I steer towards the shore of peace
It's not too far, just within my reach
Positive thoughts now flood my mind
Self-loathing's shrinking back
And I kicked it, as it whinged and whined
This trip was short - I survived the Black
©Kris Prevel
March 2014
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