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The end is never the end and steps become stages. Neuro-transmissions engineered at birth are erroneous pathways deepened over time. Retrain the brain they say, neuroplasticity a new age of hope, but pathways are abyssal and unscalable, and time is running out..   And what is life's purpose When your deepest chasm is fear? Therapy teaches to live in the moment Experience keeps me seeking atonement Those places to go to for calming the mind Are fleeting, elusive and redundantly non effective, Losing their ability to heal, so few to rely on! Like a tiny window in a prison cell, Only a little light is let in but not too often, transient,   Crossing your face for a moment but then gone. More so a reminder Of what might have been Or may never be. Mountains can't be climbed with moments. Dreams dissolve quickly upon waking, The harder you try to hold them The quicker they are gone. I wonder if they are real at all. Small victories in a multi-faceted war Do not define sobriety. More demons to conquer The worst for last perhaps unbeatable.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
The Next Step
The end is never the end and steps become stages. Neuro-transmissions engineered at birth are erroneous pathways deepened over time. Retrain the brain they say, neuroplasticity a new age of hope, but pathways are abyssal and unscalable, and time is running out..   And what is life's purpose When your deepest chasm is fear? Therapy teaches to live in the moment Experience keeps me seeking atonement Those places to go to for calming the mind Are fleeting, elusive and redundantly non effective, Losing their ability to heal, so few to rely on! Like a tiny window in a prison cell, Only a little light is let in but not too often, transient,   Crossing your face for a moment but then gone. More so a reminder Of what might have been Or may never be. Mountains can't be climbed with moments. Dreams dissolve quickly upon waking, The harder you try to hold them The quicker they are gone. I wonder if they are real at all. Small victories in a multi-faceted war Do not define sobriety. More demons to conquer The worst for last perhaps unbeatable.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
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