Fighting Forward

Nagging, grabbing and clawing - I resist.
Knowing that candy isn't good for me doesn't make me stop craving it.
Knowing too much of it will make me sick doesn't change the appetite for just a little.

To reach out for support from the source of hurt will only delay healing.
There is strange comfort sought in opening a familiar wound.
When the ache rises and the struggle is lonely, seeking relief by choosing injury becomes a force stronger than letting the ache find peace.

Let the healing progress by the strength of stillness tonight.
Don't seek relief in a choice of no substance.
Deep comfort will settle on the heart of surrender.