The idea of being Powerless kept me up at night.

It made me too scared to fight. 

(It) Became Everything that I was, but also hated.

Fearful that the world would see me as a Problem that I created.

Sobriety seems like such a Simple task.

But how do you Survive without the mask.

So much time building up the wall.

Brick by brick it grew every day. 

Not realizing that it could fall.

And it’s “Protection” would all go away.

That protection kept me alone and Isolated.

Beat up, Scarred, and feeling Jaded. 

Standing exposed I Admitted defeat. 

Already packed, ready, to retreat.

The world now so quiet, Calm, and still. 

War, an emotional diet, left me Afraid to feel.

The feelings of Shame with no release.

Yet somehow all I felt was Peace.

Powerlessness broke the chains and set me free.

To walk around and Just, Be, ME.