Fighting The Edge

Slipping...

Again.

Doing so well, for years, now.

Staying on track,

Focusing on family, faith, service,

Being that positive influence,

gentle reminder to be kind,

Compassionate, empathetic toward others.

Trying to be a Light, a reflection of His good, clear light,

In the dim days of winter and apathy.

Lately, wow! Wanting warmth,

Touch of flesh on flesh,

Tasting, smelling, feels SO good.

A loose cannon of lust, of wants,

Out of control again.

Seeking strangers to share, to share in the sin,

To share my flesh.

The rugged cliff edge right before me,

I smell the dirt, the filth,

So intoxicating...drawing me closer...

Trying to fight the call from the darkness below,

The whispers in the updraft,

"here...you deserve this...oh yes!...

You want this...we're waiting, hurry!"

Consuming the conscious and subconscious...

As I try to simply sit and not crawl closer.