Drunk on chocolate-- (bubble wrap,
Escapist fiction, once a nap)
And in denial, old while young
Tangled up, immobile, sung
Somebody else's song, all wrong.
January, strangely warm
Curled up in empty dorm.
So enlightened in four years;
Loss of innocence, it sears
The heart like frost can sting, 'til spring.
Bubble-wrapping pretty lies
Popping cells behind the eyes,
Trembling fingers scrape the moon
And life will be improving soon.
Grace has made a hostage of the sea: it's free.
Toss aside the empty glass;
In beads of hope and lemongrass
Find a rhythm, sing instead
Of joy no longer chocolate-fed,
For guilt cannot abide: it died.
postscript
No amount of denial, escapism, or guilt is going to help you turn around and get out of whatever holds you down. Grace is always there saying, "I'm not judging you; I'm calling you."