Sick Enough To Live

Sick Enough To Live

An open window brings in life from the outside world.
Her fingers tease the wind, and nervously she murmurs.
"Today is a good day."

The paradox of the fresh morning tremors
and halts her as she sifts through disorganization.
Miles of blackness tunnel down the hall,
as the gentle monster of despair consumes her.

Sobriety seeps and pours through her body
and the ugly fiend of guilt crawls into bed with her.
As it quietly devours her thoughts she knows
that she's just sick enough to live.