Secrets

Magnetically,
it pulls me
to orbit
its concept.
Like life to water,
like an addict to
her crutch.
It has me
lassoed
and wound
tighter than
a $6.00 watch.
Drawn in
and controlled
by its every whim.
Long sleeves,
high collars and
hoodies hide
the shame.
Will freedom
overcome its
clutches?
Certainly never,
as the desire
and allure
far exceeds
any catalyst
for enlightenment.
And therefore,
I shall remain
forever
enveloped
in its
satiable
and palpable
fulfillment.
And so my
weakness
is revealed.
I accept it,
and choose it,
over the
void.

Sally