Thursday, August 13, 2009

From Relapse to Remission


Looking back,

A gradual feeling of assuredness grew in spite of the uncontrollable winds.

Blustery bites of whipping doubt were tossed aside as I moved forward with a sure pace.

I remained focused on the goal. Now, I admit to you, it was more a feeling than visualization.

Hope, that's what I believe I was granted. I was focused on a small feeling that gained strength as I proceeded.

I began to acknowledge the powerful foe of mental estrangement.

That battle was long and yielded to few wounds.

But, nothing prepared me for the sorcery of society that I have yet to become a veteran.

Although, I have laid my fight to rest, my intuition keeps vigil.

I am still here.

Today, and, all the days I am needed.

Hope has found a home in my heart.

Moving forward,

I am not crazy.

I am grateful.

4 comments:

Dorothy said...

This is wonderful, Amy. You have indeed found hope and you are needed more than you'll ever know.
Love you...

LC, Ayla, and Iza said...

We hear Mike The Mysterious is comin ta visit ya forever. So we added yer blog ta our list... We hope it werks out good.

Thomma Lyn said...

Oh, Amie -- what a beautiful and inspiring poem. It really touched my heart and reinforced to me the preciousness and importance -- indeed the necessity -- of hope.

Paula said...

Awesome poem! Wow!