The Pure, Simple, Truth.

Freedom.

 Freedom.

Blissful is freedom,

Beautiful is life,

Although far from perfect,

Each second takes the appeal away from a knife.

My fingers may ache,

as a result of the 80 day long absence,

Every day has been a step forward,

I have found a pleasant balance.

My happiness was once, shattered,

Whilst living seemed an utter waste of time;

I was once knocked down,

As were all the mountains I had previously wanted to climb.

But now my thoughts are positive,

There is light in this storm,

Misery is on its way to deserting,

my previously weak and shaking form.

I asked for help,

and fear is no longer there,

I am avoiding injuring myself,

Despite it seeming to be the devils dare.

I am no longer left feeling isolated, or lonely,

or even lost,

I could lie down and let happiness surround me,

And not have to worry about the later cost.