Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Letting Go

Nine four twelve at eight am

My final bout with my dear old friend

I let him go; rather I broke free

Never again shall he entrap thee

Courage & love & health I shall seek

In God & in Spirit when I feel too weak

I will build up resistance & persevere

Using prayer as my pill from unknown fear

1 comment:

  1. this is a beautiful poem, and i hope u leave what u need to behind so that u are able to move on to only happier and healthier times. i'm certain u are more than strong enough, hold fast to prayer and the other support systems u have when u feel weak but know that u are FAR stronger than u think. :)