Two Lives
One life is swell,
the other is a living hell.
Trying to bridge the great divide,
but the chasm is too wide.
Chasing light where darkness resides.
A grey goose gouges my eyes,
pecks my mind.
Naked. Nowhere to hide.
Cowering to the joker inside.
Praying God sends his army
to help me make the climb,
out of the abyss to my sober life.
victoriavautaw@gmail.com
Sun 12th Jan 2020 20:07
Thank you Dominique. I agree, the climb is the hardest, but most rewarding part of our journey! ?