Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A poem

The more I study, the less I know. 
The more I study, the less closed off I am. 
My ego takes a backseat.
I see with a clear mind
Where I am,
Where I want to go.

Do I stay,
Do I run far, far away.
The boys, the bottles, the pills
so alluring, so easy to turn to.

Sober. Alone. Alive.
On my mat
Out in nature
Walk.
Breathe.
Smile.
This is life so simple.
Beautiful.

Grateful for this day. 
For freedom. 
For sacrifice. 
For this life I was so blessed to live!