Originally Posted by
tatsy 
a
sneering, jeering, laughing
audience at
one on the stage
the spinning shimmering
hologram
of
all my fears
reluctance
guard rails
concrete barriers
perpetrators
and
victims too
rememberings
and
anticipation
stood
This is how my AV spoke as addiction took hold. Forever berating me, "you're a failure, you didn't do, or say, or perform X, y and z. They slighted and harmed you, you should've, but didn't stand up for yourself. You should've spoken out, but instead, you were afraid, let your fears defeat you and you obeyed the ridiculous concrete barriers, or glass ceiling. Your drinking led others to suffer, you'll never be able to repair the damage."
All of those thoughts led to the Beast's sole agenda...."you might as well drink".
This is why the poem spoke to me. Once I made my Big Plan, I severed the Beast's tether and it was no longer master of me.