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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.)
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Recovery
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.)
#happy#joy#free#confidence#recovery#healthy
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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