what a year

fan swirling the proverbial not a pretty picture all in black the canvas covered with no glimpses of light chakras hidden from root to the crown darkness galore from self inflicted abyss to rock bottom desecrated by actions and thoughts fear guilt shame some anger of Self awakening from a nightmare of horrors when asked how he got from Tibet to India the Dalai Lama responded "one step at a time" my own path has been been burdened heavy weights on my shoulders and mind dragging me down torn hiking boots with barely a sole yet hoping for soul and salvation laces tangled still struggling unpolished dust shackling desperation gift of being down and out present of recovery presence change another chance of redemption the chains of being are loosening a miracle what a year it has been