Piece of Cake

By Kate   

“Piece of Cake”

My life is not a piece of cake,
Sometimes, even the ground I walk on feels fake.
It feels like the walls are closing in on me,
I can’t wait for the day I finally feel free.
Being sober really sucks,
Sometimes it seems as if I no longer give two fucks.
I’m really trying to give recovery my all,
But every time I take two steps up, down I fall.
On the ‘streets’, life was mean,
But, so far, the grass on this side isn’t even green.
I feel like I am such a bitch,
But, to shut it off, I cannot seem to find the switch.
I am just so angry all the time,
And I can’t find a way to unwind.
I try to read, and write in my journal,
But my mind is consumed with thoughts of my funeral.
I don’t want to feel this way,
That’s why I’m in treatment, just for today.
My life is not a piece of cake,
But I have taken all the bullshit one can take.
I want to make all my mistakes right,
And, for that, I will continue to fight.
I am working on my recovery, for me,
So that I may, finally, get the chance to feel free.
It may not happen today or tomorrow,
I just know I want to be done feeling all this sorrow.
I love who I am, or the person I am turning out to be,
It’s only going to get better, because soon enough, I’ll feel free.
My life is not a piece of cake,
But my intentions are real, and for once, I am no longer fake.

By: Katelyn Speakman
March 10th, 2018

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