Hour 18

Holding on to what’s left of me

It’s not that easy

Slipping memory

Changing personality

 

I move from place to place

Expecting to find solace

Always seeking a new face

I can hold in my embrace

 

Echoes of my past in my ears ringing

Assign too much meaning

Find my world spinning

Demons winning

 

Light shines from the unexpected

Feeling blessed, protected

Negative trajectory redirected

Positively affected

 

Dealing with my choices