Not perfect, not even close,
Bringing up old shit, burnt toast.
Get on my self righteous high horse,
After far too many beer pints of course.
I know that I'm different after my psychosis in 2020,
Just trying to find my own groove, create my own medley.
God shook me awake when I really wasn't looking that way,
Now things just make sense when confusion used to rule my day.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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A most interesting poem of recovery. Nicely written in poetic style
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Yep, he's not an author of confusion.
True.
A fine write SM. hoping you have (or continue to have) peace of mind. Meanwhile - I'm the author of confusion, it's me, with all my E.T. distractions! heehee. Has he really gone home, or did we see him at the Co-op the other day? lol.
Haha, your obsessed with E.T. lol.
Good to see the path is clear.
Makes the journey ahead that little bit easier.
Thanks pal, yes hopefully so.
'Got the feeling you are going to get there - you certainly have the insight to do it.
Thanks, trying.
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