Freedom.
Blissful is freedom,
Beautiful is life,
Although far from perfect,
Each second takes the appeal away from a knife.
My fingers may ache,
as a result of the 80 day long absence,
Every day has been a step forward,
I have found a pleasant balance.
My happiness was once, shattered,
Whilst living seemed an utter waste of time;
I was once knocked down,
As were all the mountains I had previously wanted to climb.
But now my thoughts are positive,
There is light in this storm,
Misery is on its way to deserting,
my previously weak and shaking form.
I asked for help,
and fear is no longer there,
I am avoiding injuring myself,
Despite it seeming to be the devils dare.
I am no longer left feeling isolated, or lonely,
or even lost,
I could lie down and let happiness surround me,
And not have to worry about the later cost.
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
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