Control- an old poem of mine

Control

I seek truths I already know
Dream dreams I once lived
Breathe air that is mine to breathe
I will the clouds to rain on me
I poison myself with my temptations
They are mine to give into

I have control

Like sharp cuts that bring relief
Like water that overcomes me but cant drown me
Like the shiver that haunts me in the dead of night
The tears that don’t bring relief

I have control

I don’t want the fluffy blanket
I don’t want the reassurance
I won’t accept the kind word,
My faults,
They are mine to give into

I need control 

claire redmond