struggling
to push through the enormous pain
residing
within every part of my damaged brain
trying
to pull happy memories out of the clutter
so
I don’t think about falling back into the gutter
similar
to the crane used to grab stuffed animals
inside
a glass box causing each player to scramble
dumping
their whole paycheck into this game
obsession
defiled by toys dropping from the crane
my
tenacity to reclaim my independence
won’t
allow me to sit and suffer in silence
I’m
so close to having my passion materialize
I
can see, feel and taste my manifesting prize
still,
life continues to throw bags of shit at me
I’d
be lying to say that life’s been great in sobriety
my
pink cloud turned black then filled with hail
assaulting
me with baseball sized ice that fell
from
dark skies forming funnel clouds that surround
me
every day, each time I hid I was quickly found
and
just as I contemplated giving up and surrender
Divine
Intervention reached out, helping me remember
the
fact that there is no other time than right now
and
the rest of the universal laws that show me how
to
dissolve every obstruction residing inside my mind
without
the clutter, the path to happiness is easy to find
©
May 19, 2015 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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