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.