And I’m not sure it matters
I have been living a life on auto pilot, forgetting that
life is lived in the present
When one does not want to feel,
they can find about anything to avoid it
There is an ache in my chest that
strangles my breath
A soul held captive in a body
living in a hostile environment
They say addiction is a family disease, taking three
generations to resolve
My family tells its story
I guess it was there all along but now the virus has taken
hold
People ask me how long I have been withholding
It’s not an action that can be calculated, it’s a way
of life
Baby steps taken each day following a promise
My body absent of alcohol it found itself panicked for
relief
Warping all crutches to bag for mercy
But tonight my soul sang
In loving embrace, I opened, I felt and I did not resist
I basked in the sensation of joy and hope for a journey
unresolved
Discovering hidden identity
The Universe showing the blind its path
I feel you, I see you, I listen
I’m humbled
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