Relapse back into the pain
that we thought was over. gone. finito.
Guess that was nothing but a dream though.
Relapse back into the mindset
we were so glad God lifted us out of–
like David from the mud pit.
And now all we feel is the squelch of mud
beneath our brown-coated shoes.
What did we lose?
We lost the tranquility, the contentment, the peace
that flowed smoothly
in and out
of our minds, bodies.
We lost intentionality
Gained dark alleys
But did we really lose?
Or did we just confuse
this relapse for a
We spun once–
we can spin again, like a
figure-eight ice skater or a
reflective plate in a microwave or a
blackened tire on a smooth highway.
We can begin again,
Who said this was the end? The relapse?
Nah, he just really knows how to lay back.
Don’t let him talk to you like that,
like you can never go back,
like you will never relax.
Relapse thinks he lasts forever–
but he’s really just a contrast
that you can look back
on when the time gets better.
Don’t listen to him.
He’s just a word made up of 7 letters.