Relapse

By William Walker, NN4273

What if, I fell back?

Back to where I once was

Back to how things were

Where things were just because

A time where all you could see

If you could see at all

Was a hope so dim?

There was almost none at all

If I were to go back,

What would I think of myself?

And the many regrets

I may put back on the shelf

Just to take them back down

Just a couple of times

Maybe once? Maybe twice?

For what? What the hell?

It’s hard to imagine

I must be sick of it all

When the looks of it say

I must have time to fall

“The greatest Glory of Living lies not in never falling,

 but in rising every time we fall.”

- Nelson Mandela