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The rock is heavy, to dense to budge.
My resolve is stronger than the reapers nudge.
Sleepwalking I trip on significant marks.
Jouneying dangerously in the dark.
Shivering cold,
I’m getting old!
I prayed for the sunlit path to appear
A path that Ieads away from fear.
This journey began when I fell
freefalling in the fires of hell.
When I started to scream there then was a song.
Compassionate whispers I’d waited for long.
Hand in hand with an angel I will not slip.
There’s a rock in my path & I won’t trip.
This rock is a trophy but it’s not a race.
Day by day may new tears wash down my face.
May I humbly accept; gifts have been bestowed.
Holding onto the rope I will not let go.
Miricles happen one day at a time.
Addiction you see, is not a crime.
We are perfectly divine as we are.
Proudly we wear our battle scars
& live on.
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