Recovery

At times I would overdose, with the
bane of my life I would
cry so hard.

I,

would choke on exasperation;
coughing up profanity.

My,

mind snagged on the
Edge of my insanity!

I,

self medicated; pouring my faith
and hope into my mind.

I,

had to cleanse my behavioural pattern
which stopped me blossoming,
and wilted my maturity

or,

I would shut my
eyes for..

..eternity!

I will be forever riddled with the
side effects of recovery;
but I have to manage
the debris and restore
my sanity.

The existence of my demons are buried; but still dwell;
lying dormant in shallow recesses,
preying in hell..

..upon my vulnerability.
But,
with my confidence
maturing once
again..

..I..

have the upper hand
of their ability.

I,

will swallow; whatever it takes
to survive.

And I..

..will be, the epitome
of recovery from my
own epiphany.