Day 43 – What’s Left (poem)
Take the polish,take the pretend,take the fake “I’m fine.”Leave me raw,leave me scraped down to bone.What’s left?Just enough to fight another day.
Sharp, honest takes that hit hard and fast
Take the polish,take the pretend,take the fake “I’m fine.”Leave me raw,leave me scraped down to bone.What’s left?Just enough to fight another day.
God,My head’s a damn carnival right now.Loud, messy, flashing lights I never asked for.Say one word, louder than all of it.Just one.Make it Stay.
Been sliding more than walking lately.Every step feels like thin ice, and I can hear it crack.One bad move and I’m under.But I ain’t gone yet.Still moving. Still here.
Reflection: The number 40 in Scripture ain’t cute.It’s never clean. Never easy.It’s floodwaters swallowing the earth (Genesis 7:12).It’s Moses on the mountain with no food but fire (Exodus 24:18).It’s Israel walking in circles, blistered and bitter (Numbers 14:33-34).It’s Jesus starving in the desert with Satan whispering (Matthew 4:2). Forty means fire.Forty means famine.Forty means fight. … Read more
It ain’t a craving. Ain’t hunger. It’s that goddamn ache. The one food used to smother. But I didn’t fold. Didn’t numb it. Didn’t sell myself out today. It fucking hurts. But I’m here. Still here. Still not eating over it. Still… Still aching. Still pissed. Still clawing toward 30.
Day 28 – Flinch The temptation today came fast.Sudden. Sharp. Smelled like old comfort. I flinched. Not a fall, but a stagger.Almost reached for the thing I swore off. But flinching ain’t failing. I paused. Breathed. Texted. Prayed. I stayed. Still…Still hungry—but not for food.Still dodging the old traps.Still calling it what it is: obsession.Still … Read more
Day 27 – Gut Check Today asked for honesty.And I didn’t want to give it. I wanted to lie by omission.I wanted to say, “Yeah, I’m fine.” But I wasn’t.And I didn’t. I reached out. I told on myself.And it helped. Because when I don’t gut-check, I gut-punch my recovery. This is where I stop … Read more
Day 26 – Smolder The fire didn’t go out—it just pulled back into coals.Low, red, steady. Waiting. It’s easy to think the passion’s gone when things quiet down.But maybe this isn’t apathy—maybe it’s conservation.Holding fuel for the next hard stretch.Resting, not quitting. The work’s still getting done.The prayers still go up.The food still gets weighed. … Read more
Made it to 20.Twenty days of abstinence.Not clean. Not smooth. Not easy.But real. And that’s what matters. There were a dozen points this week where the old script tried to take over:“Blow it now—before it gets too real.”“You’re close enough.”“Nobody cares.” But I didn’t.I didn’t sabotage it. That’s different. I used to throw a grenade … Read more
Rough day.Rough start, rough middle, rough everything. That damn voice…The addict voice wasn’t whispering today—it was fucking screaming.Full volume.“You can’t do this.”“One bite won’t matter.”“You’re tired. You deserve something.” Deserve?What I deserve is peace.What I deserve is freedom.What that voice wants is chaos. I rode the Struggle Bus all fuckin day.Slumped in the back seat.Sweaty … Read more