I woke again with searing pain.
The night throbbing, anxiety electrifying my nerves.
estrangement, illness, unpreparedness, a crumbling roof…
a blessed relief to be awake.
Not long ago, the waking hours felt as haunted as the nights,
trapped in the cage of a life of my own making.
Yet the path to new life chose me more than I chose it.
This dark and weary path has come to rest by the glistening lake,
and its promise of freedom seems to be coming near.
Will I finally run through its field of flowers?
I don’t know,
but I have finally surrendered to it,
and I will never turn back.
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