RELAPSE DAY 1

 
 It begins
 In something as innocent as a song
 Or the way a scene reminds me
 Of another, a lifetime ago.
 It begins
 small
 It begins
 almost unnoticed
 But it begins.
  
 “Journeys end in
 lovers meeting,”
 the beginning
 of yet again another
 journey down the hole – 
 it begins
 though would it be a journey
 if it does not end,
 and no lover awaits me?
  
 It is here again
 The trek through the dark
 blind stumbling
 blades cutting, nails digging
  
 I see light in friends’ hands
 But it has begun
 And the solitude is 
 a                       
 must
  
 The hands of time move
 Painfully s  l  o  w
 Yet I am aware of the
 Speedofmylightburning
  
 A flashpoint, an ignition
 My dreams, my ambition
 My 
 downfall,
 My reclusion.
  
 It begins and it pains
 Me and
 Them and then 
 Some
 It begins
 And I am here again
  
 Journeys end in lovers meeting
 Meetings end in partings.
  
 Isn’t “begin” just another way of saying “being”?