There are years that I missed <br />just because I was outside of <br /> <br />reality. I cant imagine what <br />those years would be like dry. <br /> <br />All the wine rose through my <br />blood stream to the top of my <br /> <br />head. Begging myself to stop <br />was part of the pain. There was <br /> <br />a delusion that I was free. I was <br />an animal that no container would <br /> <br />fit. I, outraged by life, seemed unfit. <br />I was a coward and hid from reality. <br /> <br />Now I am a light that shines. My eyes <br />glisten and I will teach what I know. <br /> <br />I know how to live. <br /> <br />Copyright 12-30-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-years-i-missed-out-on/
