Recovery Floors

i sit as this desk and things dont seem like such a mess i loosen some chains for personal gains trying to see things so i can free my soul trying to stay strong for i know this is where i belong knocking on my burden doors walking on these recovery floors i sit with an open mind hoping that its myself i find i finally had enough this life has been too rough for so long no one could see the help that i would desperatly need i would feed off the hunger for the need to feel free i cant ever change who i was i can only change who i am ive opened a new gate with fate i go to meetings received with pleasant greetings who am i now not my yesturday and today thats ok