The View From Here

I have been
Ungreatful
Standing,
Screaming out
Declaring
My emptiness,
My purest
Devistation
With what I
Considered
A raw deal

When in truth
I am countlessly
Blessed

Love
Wrapped it's arms
Around me, and
I only felt
Strangulation
I thrashed
Without considering
Who might be
Standing
In harm's way

My
Self-sabotaging
Tendancies
Have mutated and
Reformed into
Subtle, elusive
Lesions
On my soul

They look like
Shadows
From afar...
But get too close
And they
Will bite

My task
Is not to
Feed them
Anymore