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
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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