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Back on my feet

After I was knocked onto my back.

Minutes in life, that I was losing out on success,

Never opening my eyes to the light’s warmth.

An insomniac… I was up late every night.

Repeating my sorrows like a broken record

Continuously skipping

over steps to go “too far too soon..”

My soul only burned in unneeded anger

As the devil’s demons sang defeat’s chorus

To my depressing tone and swooned.

I at last heard a faint calling….

Into a free part of my soul

Which wasn’t locked up.

A calling to a brighter age

A fresher story

To an unread page…

A new song from life’s chorus book is being sung..

The brighter parties sing the back-ups……

A unique and free individual, now, my tone to

Spring….. A season has sprung.

— The End —