Bad Game Of Scrabble & Smoke

Words have been hard to find lately.
I’ve been angry,
With no one to hug while armed with a joint baking,
In the middle of a palm I’m trying my best to take back control of before,
I need anymore saving than I already do.
A palm that once did everything I commanded it without question!
But,
Now it won’t listen unless it’s holding something I can feel festive with…
Yet,
I figured words would be found if I,
Wasn’t too busy thinking about coming up with punchlines and metaphors,
Instead of looking up for ways to stop thinking about that day I met a foreign substance,
I abandoned everything for when stuck in!
The weeds…
Metaphors and punchlines that wrote themselves before like,
A Story God already wrote for me….
Because,
It’s about time I forgive myself and withstand,
Shame I brought upon myself for whiplash,
I would’ve never gotten if I kept my head straight to get passed,
Every obstacle on a road I never recognized in the first place…