Willingly, unwillingly,
That’s the mystery of all,
Which makes me feel worse,
Be worse?
To fall back knowingly
Or to do so being blind?
To consent my actions
Or to be unaware?
Willingly and unwillingly
Both, if possible, at the same time;
I have no choice
For I want it and I don’t,
I fight it and I allow
No stopping, not a single time;
I’m back at the start:
I lapse voluntarily,
I repeat reluctantly;
Back into the craving
I enslave myself
Deliberately and forced;
That’s my obsession,
Never ending anchor,
Slowly sinking stone.
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Willingly-Unwillingly
PoetryThis is a poem I just wrote! It talks about self-harming, eating disorders and depression, but readers can relate it to any kind of addiction basically.