…demagnified my moral compass… ~ Brian Childers

I suppose when I was born
my moral compass functioned,
flawlessly. We’re all born normies,
I guess. Surely babies aren’t addicts…
except to whose parents
(just mothers?) are.
A proclivity, I guess, and then
there’s the question, nature,
nurture. Maybe I passed it on,
the proclivity toward obesity.
But I didn’t have that when born.
Then the fears grew, insecurity weeds,
self-medication with food,
with stupid computer games,
with anything I could do obsessively.
The pull of mania, of insanity
pulled like a massive magnetic force
against my higher sell, my best me.
And demagnified my moral compass.
But there’s a power greater still
than the force whirling earth around sun,
the milky way to loop some far-flung point
and that Power has the pull
to rectify my moral compass,
to realign me with sanity’s course,
to wrench me from my errant way,
to move me back to him.