Withdrawal

And yet you catch my breath, still and abiding
a tenderness, a bruise in the process of healing

There will come a time when I’m strong enough to let go
to stand in spite of what I’ve done wrong and let you know that I’m okay

No, really, it is indeed all right
the drug of need is taking flight and I’m almost through the shakes of withdrawal

And yet you catch my breath, still and abiding
a wounded heart-place from which I’m hiding

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