The Recovery - Poem by Heather Devlin
I am recovering, slowly but surely.
I am being taken out of the hole that I have been so
savagely thrown into,
Only to be pushed in again.
To be out forever is my highest hope,
But I can't do it alone.
I need someone to reach in and pull me out,
To keep me safe and help me through my troubled
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