Not taking the bait
The moment we bite down
We know it’s a mistake.
“Shit.”
“How the hell…”
“Why the hell…”
“I’ve seen that bait before.”
“I’ve bitten that bait before.”
“Again?!”
Hook in our lip
We start fighting
Again.
Days later
Hook out
Healing
Still some pain
A vow
Never again.
Which is a nice idea.
Except the vow
Carries a cruel irony.
It makes things worse.
Trying to never take the bait
Consumes and defines.
Leaving
The damn bait
Centerstage
In control
Again.
The bait never leaves
Until we get comfortable
With the uncomfortable fact
That we just might bite it again.
A lipful of scars
A light heart
And laughter
Is the only way through.