The Strength

Recovery Was Not Always Direct

Sometimes It Was Covering Things Back Up ,

So You Didn't Have To Feel The Pain ,

The Gut Wrenching , Heart Ripping Hurt ,

That A Thousand Good Dreams ,

Could Not Erase ;


Sometimes It Was Roses And Sometimes It Was Thorns ,

And Sometimes It Was Barbed Wire And Venus Fly Traps ,

And Underbrush And Rabbit Holes Leading Into Some

Underground Memories You Did Not Want To Name

And Did Not Dare To Out Of The Fear It Would

Happen All Over Again Like Some Nightmare

Reiterated Anticipated Participated

In By Some Inner Demons

And Devils Dance



And Yet There Was This Haunting Thing

Clawing At Her Consciousness

This Strength That Would

Not Let Her Go


This Feeling That She Still Had The Will To Survive

She Had A Need To Persist It Was Like A Kiss

From Some Demented Angel Who Still

Loved Her And Would Not Leave

And Those Hands Touched

Her Soul Over And Over

And Made Her Cry

Again


She Cried Because She Needed That Love So Desperately

She Cried Because It Was Love Given Without Asking

She Cried Because It Told Her She Was Worth It

And When She Finished Crying When The

Last Tear Dripped Down Her Face

She Picked Up That Strength

And Took All That Love

And She Moved On

Into Her New

Beyond