Recovery

Recover

Another day on, always building stronger, a couple of steps

before tripping backwards, believing recovery is possible, belief wells up

Could it become better, carrying a load isn't positive, callous and caring is needed

Does anyone think that ? Do you believe it ? Don't 

Everyone struggles and each of us envisages a life of simple peace and joy

Fair weather and a fair wind may help and support that, and foolishly I fought for that

Grasping for a piece of it, given that recovery is such a goal that I didn't hope for for ages

How, I wonder, hoping for some solace for my soul

I hope, beyond anything that if I am on the first step, I may be able to improve

Just for once, not in jest, no joking, I just want to feel that peace

Knowing that, hoping that, dreaming that...there is a hope

Lest its ended and the listlessness of lost hope takes over

Making my soul, my spirit....me....fall into despair, darkness and malady

Now, one cannot dream of positivity, never fear, never despair, no

Only if one is able to overcome, over...is it ?

Perhaps...but only in one chance or a million...thats plenty

Quite...quietly...its quintessially a lost hope, a living nightmare

Rather I want to hope and dream, that

Somehow, somewhere, the recovery begins, right now ? Rather

Somewhere...sometime in the sunset of a dream, the hope starts to lift

Today ? Tomorrow ? maybe, but the

Unlikely ...until the first step is taken, my legs move, with my spirit

Vital parts of me, viscerally physical and hard but

Wait, until the sun warms my face, and lifts the mist from the ground...and 

eXtending through extra steps for an increased desire to grow

yes...I hope, I dream, and I start , yearning for the sun, the 

Zest of it is, its begun...finally


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