My third eye is open to repressed thoughts and emotion
A life of experiencing the fruits of Eden was transformed
into a life of learning how to create purpose and lasting meaning
I feel free, that more than ever I am expressing an
authentic me
And still there are moments when a room full of
people sharing stories and laughter leave me silently wrapped in solitude
by a blanket of loneliness.
Am I disassociated from them? Or do the drinks in their
hands, the drugs in their veins, disassociate them from me?
The decision to test the waters of addiction in search of
connection is not as easy as flipping a coin or rolling twelve thirteen-sided
die
Life is a mysterious experience with infinite abstract sides
All I can do is choose, having faith in the end I will not
lose
I hope the path I take is one which will lead to self-love,
self-awareness, and self-actualization
The realization of the scope of my recovery sets in
I sit on the edge of the water dipping my feet under the
surface of an ocean full of unknowns
What will I find underneath the beautiful, rippling, opaque, fear-invoking
glass?
