Me, Again

I transcend this battle. 
Let these chains fall from my wrists, 
May they disintegrate and gather dust. 
I am no more a slave to that impulse. 
Sighs, this aching soul;
Soon, freedom.

I purge the hunger. 
Clawing the sickness out,
These parasitic thoughts find no host in me.
Voices, in the back of my head; whispering to me in the night.
Demons dance within my belly. 
Yet, this aching soul;
Home to only me.

This darkness I carry, does not control me.
No longer ill and somehow brave;
These eyes drown the past.
I fight to rise above. 
I deactivate these addictions inside. 
Overcome, this aching soul;
Now carries liabilities.

Lost in phantasms, I, prodigal daughter.
Alas, the mire; moral ambiguity.
Crawling my way to the surface,
In remembrance of once unyielding faith.
I breathe again, a sickeningly sweet west wind;
Cloying zephyr.
Patience, aching soul;
I metamorphose. 

Dawn ‘till dusk.
This fragile heart, 
Beats evermore.
Eyes now open.
This quest demands all.
Reaching deep inside my chest,
I salvage hope.
Me, Again.
Heal, aching soul;
We’re found.

I transcend this battle. 
Let these scars ‘round my wrists, 
Chronicle where I have been. 
I am no more a specter in this war of shadows beneath my skin. 
Rest, my aching soul;
Now, freedom.

abuseaddictioncouragedarkrecoveryfree verse

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