Rough

Sitting here alone I  draw another sober breath,

And for the life of me, I can’t remember death.

But I have been a soldier to it,
I have been to the gate.

Yes I am just a miracle,

A peaceful hand of fate.

Tears are now my medicine,

My joy bursts from within.

And hope is what I feel right now,

My life without the sin.

Groping for a stronghold on,

My corpse and all it’s skin,

My serenity has driven me,

Away from all that pain.

Life is glorious as I know it,

All the drama gone.

Peace and light are filtering in, through the cracks of all my fear.

Giving up was all I needed,

Giving in and out.

jkf

2/20/14