The finishing

She stayed closed off
Like the last verse in the bible
Nothing or anything could break the bind
Dealt cards carried the most enclosed fate she thought
No one idea was her own
She ran through a marathon of addiction
An addiction to lies
Always feigning a next dose.
She had a rule of holy living
Memorized it so well you will think Buddha had nothing on her
Who could outlive a breathing scripture
Sober and sunken
She drowned in her regrets
Carrying heavyweights
Anxiety and clarity
One more dose and she will fade
She searched answers to rhetorical questions
But start to end,
There was a middle

Paulyn