Life in active addiction, problems much bigger than that, as I try to keep up pace, speeding on a one way track. A stern posture in pose, money a total affliction, too think I had it figured out, it's all life's addiction.
A double-sided blade, no handle to the knife, a struggle in its self, to gain control of our life. When our life is on the edge, rendering a place to stay, in all if you don't have it, you can't give it away.
A day comes a spiritual awakening, a blurry sight turns clear, as he leads you by the hand, withholding thoughts of fear. Now that our addiction now has burgeoned, like the growth of a tree, to think substance was the issue, my problem was always me. ©️K.L.W
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