The Fall. Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The Fall.
You gotta go slow now baby.
You can't go flying off that
wall, no more baby. You gotta
limp, you gotta crawl, now baby.
I know what's going through your
mind...But, you gotta ignore those
kind, , a calls. Drowning yours self
in alcohol. For there's no healing
in that at all. And it's only gonna
worsen, , , the fall.
Addiction will pull us down to the darkness of life. We must help ourselves and ask the support of our loved ones. An uplifting and guiding poem.
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3/14/2026 5:29:04 PM # 1.0.0
Thank you for sharing this poem calling for regeneration.