Another year,
Another reason to be thankful,
With a tank full of ink to drown away what’s fatal.
Five months without any smoke,
Five years without liquor on a table,
Full of books and a bible I discovered wasn’t a fable…
Just the kind of guide I needed,
To suffice my need for a brighter day and a way to fight my demons.
I may be alone,
But,
A prayer was enough to stitch back the pieces,
To a heart God gathered in a way that is seamless,
For the onlookers seeking out poems I’ve been preaching…
Testimonies heard when I’m speaking of a life I believed I would lose.
But,
I survived instead of dying over truths,
God required me to face knowing my tears would bloom,
Every seed planted in a garden with grass cut to expose a pool,
Of snakes I never needed in the first place…
Trekking through another forest I go,
Without fear for the beasts lurking the shadows,
With a lasso and a whip on my back like Indiana Jones,
Swerving past bullshit while I’m at a low,
To dial in and rewrite a destiny where I’m not cattle,
Groaning at a master.
But,
A master at my craft bewitching a crowd I go hoarse for hopping back on a saddle.
Poetry allowing me to battle thoughts trying to push me off an edge with my limbs tied,
Preventing me from being able to paddle back to shore…
I’m sure of victory this time around.
Bound for another trip around town,
Blessing every mic possible through a word with divine sound,
Pounding away at an infinite amount of loose-leaves as my remedy for the doubts,
In my mind.
As I refuse to ever let it take away my life,
Like,
I did before…
m3l0dicverse 
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