the yew

as i sat reminiscing days gone by, viewed with both a sense of delight and remorse, there she came and reminded me of my own inner turmoil which i have disclosed to her not more than a year ago. strange how things pass by so quickly and our own attitude and views have changed drastically. yes, i realize that i have fallen. like Plath, i have fallen a long way. and to get back on track is difficult without severing yourself from its source. i am attached to this, and have given my word and devotion. there is no running away but to keep out sieving out the poison slowly.