Journey Home

Being alone is not something I fear. Now that I’m stronger, I won’t shed a tear. I have to tell myself, “Mind over matter.” Somedays, When the lonely blues hit, I really struggle To combat the latter. Some nights, I dream of home And I have to remind myself of Why I’m here. The friends I have lift my spirits And make my “journey home” easier. It’s been a long road so far. Somedays I just want to drive With my windows down in the car While I tune out life’s noise. Most days I can’t get that far, No car, Locked doors, Not left ajar Damn repercussions Confining me, Forcing me to abide by the rules. Some days are Really, really hard. When using dreams Flood my nights And I can’t relate to God, When I look past the stars. I find it hard to stay asleep When drugs test my faith And infiltrate my mind. Those moments Are just speed bumps In my recovery, Moments where the devil tries to test me. My journey has never been easy. Every day is hard, But at the end to That chapter of my life. I know the struggle Was worth it, Because I made it.