Medicated

The line sinks down closer to my lips

Enticing, with a hidden promise. 

I take a hold and it pulls me up,

Closer and closer to the surface.

It has me hook, line and sinker.

Pulling me out of the merky waters, 

into the light and as my head breaches the top 

I am faced with the realisation of dependence. 

But please know this is not a flaw in independence, more a Triumph of will