Wrestling with Destiny

By Valon

Wrestling with Destiny is an inspirational autobiography. A short story with poems to inspire and encourage others. This story chronicles heroin addiction and recovery from it. Destiny is not only a form of fate but a play on words describing my lover. We spent three years together living out this tragically beautiful tale. Included in this publication are a collection of poems from 1986-2021. I believe this will give insight as to why I was predisposed to falling prey to this addiction. The poems are eclectic and cover all ranges of deep emotions and are experiential in nature. Enjoy the journey!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664177994

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WRESTLING

WITH DESTINY

VALON

Copyright © 2021 by Valon.

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Rev. date: 05/28/2021

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

My Life-Blood

Mirror Images

Shame

Victim of Society

Naked

Dawn Awakes

Panoramic Depression

Mind Over Matter

Eternity

Lover: The Flower

Loyola’s Distress

Holy Baptism

Calm Water

The Puzzle of Life

Whisper (Doubts of Love)

Venus Dreams

Are You Thirsty?

Remember How

Fade

Heavenly Bliss

Spirit Path

Flesh Hunger

Whisper on the Wind

When I Close My Eyes

Guidance

Silent Communion

Pimps of Humanity

Eucharist

Razor’s Edge (Ritual of Self-harm)

The Greatest Gift

Pledge

Excavate

Teething

Prologue

Laying in the bed we rarely left

Forevermore is what we said

We took a blood-oath; a sort of theft

A precognition swirling in my head

Lacking luster too elusive to touch

I clutch, to her communist take-over laws

Perfectly beautiful cover-up and flaws

Even so, portentously addictive

I revolt, freedom from the predictive vomit in my mouth

Absconding (no longer all-in); I evacuate

Falling I sojourn solemnly through a cryptic speck of light within

Chapter 1

Wrestling with Destiny

1994

Today, I want nothing to eat

I’ve been beaten and driven to defeat

With effort I hold on to hope

While still unraveling, she cuts the rope

All I wish is purity in us

Instead, she struggles with me throwing looks of disgust

Loving arms are the shelter I seek

I’m slipping through fingers that have fallen asleep

Where is the strength in togetherness?

As it curdles in my mouth bitterness

She says she is sorry and walks out the door

Mingling with thieves, vagabonds and whores

Two hours pass and she is nowhere to be found

Cracks in the sidewalk permeate the ground

Wrestling with Destiny

How did I end up here? I live in a residential hotel, The Sands. Wyatt Earp, the cowboy, was said to frequent this