You have been through a lot
I know,
The world hurts

But I need you to hold on
I have never
Had a friend like you

So please,
Hold on

If you leave
I may follow suit

Please,
You are great

You are amazing

You are wonderful

Hold on

You have done
Some things
That you aren't proud of

But it is okay
Do not be tempted
Hold on

Please
Please
Please

*Hold on

As the medicine man waved his feather over mine body
                                      And kissed mine cheek
                             

                              I
                              K­new
                              Mine
                          ­    Soul
                              Was
                      ­        Leaving!!!

As I saw the medicine man in his dance below the clouds!!!

Have never had this thought,
                                                   Yet what if ***** wonka was a poet?
Verily I'd be his biggest fan!!

Yea,
These are mine last scriptures,
No more thoughts to come out blistered
No more cuts to snap thy pictures
Moribund to mineself!!!
No reaching hands,
No none help
No marching band to play mine kilt
A tombstone of lonesomes lost!!
No clothes to be buried,
No queen to soothe me
None to marry
The cliff I've come to now!
No sun, no clouds
No children to laugh and play
Just darkness to cover me
Smothered breathe!!
No candle to light mine way
No tommorrow
Nor the next day!!!!!

For as I always say
When thou wilt seeith these writings stop,
Than thou wilt knoweth something's wrong!!!!!!

FINUS!!!

Little changes are adding up like the
Drip drop of water that pools in the bathroom sink
from a rusty metal tap not quite stoppered.

And I am glad it is opened.

I am glad to look up from the little pool of changes turned large
To flick my eyesight skywards and head on into the mirror that steams up with condensation as I breathe

and I'm me

I breathe, and I know I am alive.
I look in this mirror and just like all the water droplets I see all the changes

And they're in me.

The tap is gushing freely since the day I took control
I took residence in the drivers seat and found the courage to twist the metal between my fingers and let it be how it is to be

And I am healthy

I see lights in my eyes again
I see a shine in my hair
I see new length to it too
I see clothes chosen with flair

I see colour flood my skin and a smile that shows teeth
I see red painted lips and weight off my hips
I see confidence in my stance, upright and straight
I see peace and tranquility less smothered by hate

But most of all, and finally
I see what I have always wanted
I see, and I know that if I am not free
I am soon to be

(I see recovery.)