Things Poetic

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 d...

 Step forward alright,  again, again, almost.. assuming art, an assumption always, alright black, blue, brown, black, but being basically boring, because  catching consciousness, calling chronic catastrophes common can detach, delivering downward diving depression, determining every event, every evening, every existence, expressions, eventually  filling fearful futures, finally feat fills  her hands, holding hope, holding her heart  immobile, inspiring, immutable, in its joined up  kaleidoscope, loving, liking, leaving laziness, living life, letting life live, leaving love meanwhile many months may never nowingly need outside  peace, particularly  quickly  running, restorative  sensory silences, silent shallow  teasing tales, taking the time to  unwind, until varied wishes, winding without extracting your  zesty zebra .... zero