Life Is Thief of Time

My body knows what it needs to do

It always has

My feet kept moving forward

Long after I stopped moving mentally

Time didn’t stop for me or for any of us

I marched on physically

But mentally I was still trapped

Trapped in a multitude of moments

First, I was trapped as the child whose parents divorced at the age of 9

I remember my dad being there

Until he wasn't

I lost 8 years of time waiting for him to return

Next was my junior year o high school

My first death in the family

A suicide

I never moved past my sweet 16

The same year I tried to end my life

I'm still that child wondering why life kept taking from me so early

Taking from a little boy who had nothing to give

So, it took from me my time

It took my precious memories and turned them against me

I did what any child would do

I turned to God

And blamed him

For what else is there to do

For someone who kept losing

Well, I spent the next 10 years of my life taking back

From life what was taken from me

10 years watching alcoholism progressively engulf me

As I sewed the chords of chaos

I would no longer let life take from me

I was owed a great debt.