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March 16, 2021

a poem in sobriety

Photo by Isabela Viana on Pexels.

A tortured mind bewildered and bereft.

We fight minute to minute then hour to hour to hold on.

Life slips deftly out of our grasp.

Swirling tendrils of hopeless thoughts.

The screaming that happens in our minds just waiting to get out.

Despair rips apart the smallest moment of hope.

Will we ever be whole?

Finding the Power Greater than Ourselves…

We stumble searching for the the inner peace.

Who can reach out to help us when we can’t help ourselves.

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