Recovery

Slow down your along time dead.

Rest your poor little head while the body has that to offer, for who knows what's on offer in the dirt nap. 

Lie about and enjoy lazy it maybe what you need, slow down but don't stop, for stagnant turns foul, septic indeed. 
But so does greed. 

Enough to make do, enough to enjoy, enough to feel valued, enough to survive. 

Thriving maybe to much of an ask in a sea of so many wants. 

I don't believe that I or  any  truly recover, we distraught to, we sometimes obviously want to but end up, for show  just covering  the ugly in a blanky. 

The reason I say this is because pain has too much influence, is instantaneous, insisted endurance that you didn't ask for, or deserve. 

For to recover your first have to suffer and I wish that on no one. 

But the slashes of time are there and their. 
But the scars of disappointment are blue. 

Pain can be beautiful it shapes innocent into strong. 

Inspires others to carry on, do better or not end up in the same fate. 

Fight for your name, your point of learning amongst the recovering. 

Even if the point is that's not fair. 

If not to you, then many for they choose only the appropriate participants. 

If nothing is by chance, why does existence hate me . 
Or it doesn't and everyone suffers this way. 

Cover over, I prefer to colour  over. 

Procrastination, process, pieces that no longer make sense. 

Have to go forward to go back, have to go back to go forward, isn't that just going round in circles. 

We feel damaged so much that  denied is the solution we come too.