Blinded, Wounded, Free, Home.

Slowly, you are unaddicting yourself, breaking free from those chains, loosening its grips… contemplating walking away.

Remember; snails don’t win races. But they make it. And this race aint about who got there when, but simply about who got there.

Hurt, but free…

Wounded as a jail bed with its clipped wings, yet… you

You walk away. Free

Like that pet who stepped in the trap

Yes, you do remember

Blinded wounded bleeding dog… walked home at last

Baby you have been so lost.

And times when you saw the glittery smokes of home, thought you were so close to home, thought you have finally… at last broken free

But what is meant to be, will be

And what wasn’t didn’t.

It never did happen.

So those times when you were so glad thought finally, you had managed to get away.

You walked right back baby girl because a habit is a habit and at times, a habit becomes your home because home becomes hard to live in. it’s hard getting reused to things…

I know.

I’m welcoming you home.

So please remember that the failures weren’t failures. Your returns weren’t returns but merely journeys through the process of unaddiction.

To "un-addict", you must reddict.

Rebounds aren’t sweet, but they are necessary.

And loses aren’t lost because without them, you’d still be stuck.

Love, put your hand down. That’s it; beneath you… you feel the rock?

Yes it might hurt but you must feel it!

And the tears will come, drown as much as you need.

And when you are ready, you may rise out of that sea.

Baptism isn’t only for the righteous. But also for the healing.

Unaddicted, so you’d be born anew.

So pick up your gloves and brush up your pens because it aint gon be easy though the worst is history

You sure have made it

Look ahead- forward to better days, catching up on what you’ve lost and remembering that the lost times aren’t lost times, because Regardless if it meant failing, falling and flawing all the way through. Truth is, you did what you had to do to get here.

Whatever had to be, had to be.

Celebrate today.

I raise my glass. Half full! And make a toast.

Truthfully

“To MY better days!”