I want to grow
to billow in the breeze
to be a willow ~
Freely following the wind or whatever she wishes.
to dance on the dawn
and skate with the sky
to swim with the sunrise
and sail on the sea.
Yet I am trapped, taunted and twisted by alchohol.
Brought to my knees by this disease.
On my knees I prayerfully plead that may life has texture,
and this time, this recovery becomes
woven into the fabric of my marrow.
So deep - I will never forget.
So deep - I believe the truth about myself.
No matter how beautiful it is.
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