Monday, 24 March 2014

Slipping

I can feel myself
beggining to fall back.

Conscious of it.
Wary of what it is.

My willpower wallows;
My motivation
Is gradually ebbing away,
Like flyaway grains of sand in an egg timer.

I want to stop myself; break the glass.
Before it's too late.
Before fearsome thoughts
Become unretractable actions.

Before I permanently imprint the errors of my lacking resolve on my life.

Dear God, help me prevail.

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