At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
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Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
I am not a victim
Of my circumstances
I am a warrior
Losing a battle
Bleeding out
From my wounded soul
I am no martyr
I am merely one
Who will fight
To the death
Even if
It shall be my own
Two voices
One body
Battling for control
One to live
The other to die
In the arena of the mind
Two voices will enter
Only one will survive
Penned in a time of despair
A time loss
A time that has changed
The receiver never
Understands why
Such a letter is exchanged
The sender knows
It’s felt in the heart and soul
Never to be interchanged
Trying institutions
Of the mind and soul
Looking for answers
Test self control
Go to the groups
Read all the books
Collect all the coins
Like the best of crooks
Look in the mirror
Affirmations each day
The changes are made
Then go away
Continue to ride
The waves of recovery
Only to find
Endless discovery
From one to the next
The pages turn
Some to be torn out
Some to burn
The book will continue
To be written with little control
While moving through the institutions
Of the mind and soul
Dissipating fog
The sky illuminated
Hope was infinitely hers
Two voices
One body
Battling for control
One to live
The other to die
In the arena of the mind
Two voices will enter
Only one will survive
I am not a victim
Of my circumstances
I am a warrior
Losing a battle
Bleeding out
From my wounded soul
I am no martyr
I am merely one
Who will fight
To the death
Even if
It shall be my own
Appears to be
The epitome
Of laziness
Slouched in a chair
Cannot bear
The weightiness
Bathrobe shroud
Scars unallowed
No visible craziness
One can only see
The epitome
Of laziness
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