Broken of Promise

Carefree & Pathological

I’m bankrupt. Financial, spiritual,
and moral destitution imprison
me to a new freedom born of pathos
and desperation. Ease? I don’t feel it
facing the fire of burnt bridges, choking
on the smoke, buried in the wreckage I
have turned to face, to own, to make amends
where possible. Not a softer path, nor
an easier way . . . but a better way
of living day to day, the past behind,
future undetermined. And now, sober,
I stand before you—rail away if it
helps you. No defense. No denial. Truth,
honesty—these my only crutches now. 

David M Pitchford
12 October 2009