It Holds A New Meaning

[ISawASpaceship]

My head is a mess and I won't lie,
the thing in my chest craves distraction
and amongst the myriad of choices
my addled brain
searches for the poison
that will satisfy
my yearnings,
if only for the night.


My hands
reach for a warm cup of English Breakfast tea
and I breathe
and exhale,
shaking ever so slightly,
as the need consumes my body
and I let my feelings flood me,
drowning me from within
but instead, 
I deal with them
because I will not abandon my goal this time.


I will fight the desire
that surges through me,
intensifying in speed,
and I will resist the urge to go and buy
that which I have told him
that I will not take
for my sake,
for his sake
I will not take
the venom
that I have withheld myself from
for seven days.

Thank God it's Friday.
Am I right?