Descending
I see myself falling, gliding & twirling like a feather,
headed towards the ground.
I'm descending at a fast pace, I'm coming down.
My viens purge as a flow of energy rushes through me.
Suddenly I'm alive but, I feel like I'm dreaming,
I've descended into real life, I've come home to reality,
A place I've never been before, as I was lost
in a world of insanity, caught behind the Green Door.
Descending for me is, getting sober, learning to love myself
now that I'm older.
Taking on what's infront of me, leaving behind a dark part of
me, I feel relieved.
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