I hesitate to say I’m cured

I hesitate to say I’m cured…
but what little hold of vice remains
in moments that are normally endured
only by pandering to my virtue’s disdains.

Am I too busy? Too tired, or content
to engage with all I used to desire?
Is this what they call ‘duty’? Or will I come to resent
letting the heat finally die from my fire?

In caring, in loving, in the learning of you,
there’s simply no room for transgression.
All the bottles are stoppered, and my heart feels renewed,
leaning in to this healthy obsession.