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.