(August 4 -August 10)
The Turning Tide
I was in the turning tide,
my travels hard to conceive,
such a miraculous return from the dark,
some details you’d never believe…
Once my heart and mind were made up
to free myself from the rock,
I had to devise a plan
so it's control over me would stop.
I couldn't make it cold turkey,
rehab way out of the question.
I would have to do it by weening,
my soul's top suggestion.
I knew it wouldn't be easy,
my insides it had taken hold
so I had to slip away quietly,
silently, to reclaim my soul.
I once smoked up to four wootas a night
then eased the number to three
quietly and silently,
to let the light back into me.
With my spirit now reawakened,
I knew I could make it to two...
so I challenged myself even further
to see what my will could do.
With freedom on the horizon,
my goal was to level it to one.
Slowly but surely I secured that.
Still, my positioning wasn’t done.
I had wrestled it down to one a day.
I started adding days in between,
days became weeks, weeks became months
God, the head of this team.
Such a miraculous miracle
obtained by baby small steps.
Now I’m here and I can't count the years
since Satan’s weapon has been cast.
My enemy's tool was way stronger,
had more pull than did I anticipate.
It took more than I knew I had
to navigate my tricky escape.
Not only am I no longer captive
but I had to fight my way to be free.
The devil's plans turned on their side
and made a stronger soldier of me.
Nearly broken into pieces,
a ship with many leaks.
The battle served this purpose
I am a vessel now uneasily breached.
"The Turning Tide" is an excerpt
from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power