Poetry Sessions: Temporarily

Popping painkillers in hopes of eliminating pain, yet all it did was nestle it into a corner, saving it for another day.

Working out nonstop in hopes of toning the physical, searching for an image unrealistic to the naked truth. Yet all it did was reshape the insecurities. Slimmer on the outskirts, but still the same size on the inside.

Smoking different herbs on a mission to reach a higher state, past the sky and over the moon, momentarily numb. Until it came crashing down, speeding through the atmosphere like a raging meteor.

Fed up, I released the shackles of external resources, tossed the bottle, put down the weights, and blew my last smoke. Enthralled in meditative silence, I finally found the peace.