For Kai Michael Newman's contest The Gift of Recovery
Who knows what the afterlife brings Maybe it will unfold like sweetest dreams Where the carnal cons of worldly existing Brings the green gift of recovery We loose our fleshly body as such And gain a fuchsia freedom of so much Perhaps we glide on colorful rainbows Just before we meet with other souls No body means no illness no pain So much to grasp without limited brain Empathy and love replace violet vanity We become our best superpower the sanity Open to the universe and it’s school Teaching us to love other beings as we do Love ourselves and our loved ones Free spirits shooting towards the sun The gift of recovery begins within Our spiritual journey despite our sin We can be at peace while growing again Into our next calling riding blue wind
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