Recovery
I'm sure that I will survive
The answer soon will arrive
I am totally confused
Then again minds not amused
In the deep pits of despair
The family show they care
I cannot grab the sharp knife
That's wont be fair on my wife.
I must remain tall and strong
The truth is that I belong
In the fortress of my fear
The strange voices I do hear
I will beat the nasty thought
The skills that I have been taught
I'm amazed how far I've come
The thoughts have began to run
I will stay on this journey
That is part recovery
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