My soul burns inside when I witness pain and suffering inflicted on the poor and afflicted.
I will always have a connections to the broken and addicted;
For I too each day rise up to wage the wars against my mind; that are sent to seek and destroy.
Defiantly I choose to hold true to things of virtue; things of which many long winters past;
I was rebellious in my youth, abscounding away from the reality of my own self destructive truths.
Not a day goes by now; that I don't find my courage as I step into my shoes; I already know if fears lead my day, everything I have battle earned; I quickly could lose.
Waging the war between selfless love versus self hate; Bi-polar depression drives this battle on;
or it would be as dust in the wind, if the battles were won before I could choose.
Running in the background is a form of autism;
that still to this day, can befuddle my senses where it feels like my hearing and sight is caught in a diamond clad airtight prism.
It comes and goes but so do the gifts;
writing is a blessing that helps me sift through the ashes of another day; I dig into my heart letting my resentments begone;
Off to sleep, I give my thanks for another good day;
Well done.




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