The issue I have with self awareness,
It doesn’t stop growing.
I needed to learn about my behavior, and my demons,
To overcome them,
to end my self-torture.
It has ended,
But I cannot stop noticing
Threads of behavior,
That I had not paid much attention to before,
Assuming that they were me,
I was those small habits.
Whose impact,
in a trillion small ripples,
Shatter the world
as the water flows.
When I see them now,
I cannot ignore the stream.
Awareness insists,
In the name of compassion,
I must stick my foot in.
And break up the ripples.
SickyBeat 