Recovery
Recovery
something beautiful
and yet so chaotic,
words sweal
forming memories
thoughts
Recovery
seen as negative,
reminder of what we are
what we could be
A hopeful feeling,
your future
Recovery
my path
the person I was
created to be,
who I am.
My final relief.
- c.s
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