The rot, that began in the mouth, took over and almost killed me.
What used to laugh in my face and berate me no longer exists.
The public scorn.
The glossed up version of the abuse.
Gift of sorrow brought forth the presence of Joy.
monster evaporated when I found the courage.
To say goodbye to the nightmare. I stepped out into the light.
Not the light I expected the dead end to take me.
The dead end of death. A jump, an overdose. Watch my neck hanging, see my feet dangling.
Instead a hand pulled me out.
A brave hand slaughtered the shadows.
Shielded me from the falling debris. Found me a home.
I prayed for an escape. I asked to be rescued.
A fortune cookie told me to leave. I swear it to be true. I took a photo of the fortune.
Thanks to beef broccoli and orange chicken my recent fortune is about travel.
Now the courageous heart dances.
*I think about the people who do care about me and I laugh at the previous statement. But, what else can you do but laugh at the ridiculous and the absurd.
