supine, deeply do I ponder of those times as if, I've treaded upon coal ablazed beds, of womb fetally withdrawn; darkness embeds itself, attempting to see with clarity through murky watered canvasses
I, analyze self, coping with turmoil; glimpsing the light at the end of elongated tunnels, leaving burdensome baggage that isn't a *** of gold at the end of a rainbow
giving way to self-awareness as a glorified sunrise opens to new horizons; long awaited as if, eons have passed without notice, finally, arriving at my threshold of salvation by the grace of God; sanity redeemed