Recidivism

When I put my shoes on and go for a walk,

The demons chase me, they sneer and mock.

I continue striding down the unwieldy path,

Deafening myself to the echoes of relapse.

Blisters bloom where I stumble,

Knees kissed by gravel, yet I crawl.

But my legs falter, my steps grow weak

I tell myself to move, but I’m too fatigued to speak.

I need to find a place to rest,

And there’s nowhere but the cage I know best.

I know it will ruin me, hold me tight,

But its four walls keep me light.