I could have run a long time ago,
And you know I think I should have.
But I didn’t…
And now I’m glad that I never did!
Because I’m finally out of the swamp!
I’m free.
For once in my life, honesty is a new heart.
Breathing is the new collection
Talking is the words without screaming…
Rock bottom is a volcano ready to erupt
Sometimes for the worst
And you end up further down.
But every now and then you
Find it giving you a tiny fire
Big enough to shot you to the top.
Rather than just drop.