everything is starting to appear clear
my meds are starting to kick in
the lights are no longer blurry
for they shine with hope
Hope I have
I don't need a drink or a smoke
for me to feel
for everywhere within me
bleeds of emotions
that I am tired of hiding
I have found the light of day
here I go
never going back
- progress
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surviving the storm
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
