Recovery

Illness swirls around my mind,

how can I leave this fog behind?

Lights flicker dimly on the edge of sight,

beckoning through this constant night.

Faces I recognise and voices I know

sometimes stretch to me so far below-

but my mind is cloaked in dread and doubt

how will I ever climb back out?

 

By following the light

I hear you say-

and just then the sun rises,

and I sense the new day.

The stars fade recede from an echoing sky,

and I realise I never noticed just how high

the space stretches up above my mind,

holding anything I might wish to find.

 

Even peace.

 

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