Turned reclusive my coping mechanism is "stealth"
Disconnect to reconnect, a make-shift do-over
Kangaroo care, semi-prone trying to bear this level of sober
There's irony in me loving the smell of coffee
The tale of a Bald eagle
I fell in love with the storm
Bound like Icarus to fly too close to the sun
From the ash I shall rise...
should I evolve in time
Although sobering epiphanies may cripple me
It is only for a moment
Nightmares only last one night
This too shall pass
As tough as a buffalo I shall remain
Never forsaken
I live not in vain
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