In some way, no matter how bad things got or how low I’d get
For some reason it felt like I hadn’t hit rock bottom yet
My premonition told me there was one more bullet to take
So I bit it, jumped in the flame and put it all at stake

But I paid dearly, nearly lost my sanity dealing with it
I looked for signs and some other guidelines to help me get through
While I was fighting depression writing made an impression
Like deep cuts spilling my guts on paper gave me a new view

I liked letting the ink bleed from my pen again and again
Shining a bright light on the deepest recesses of my mind
I mined for wisdom and truth no matter how tough, rough or smooth
And the poetry offered reflection, insightful and kind

The freedoms in expression became my therapy sessions
Throwing up rhymes in dark times opened more opportunities
So I put ire fire in verses versus the spells and curses
Fully immersed in a world of endless possibilities