RETURN FROM THE PRECIPICE

RETURN FROM THE PRECIPICE.

When I finally broke everything turned hectic.
My psyche like a wound gone septic.
The adrenalin breakdown in my blood precipitating
Dreams, visions, paranoia - disintegrating waiting.

The heavy task of tearing fact from all the fiction
Took years of pain, degradation, dereliction.
There is little left of who I used to be;
It's a whole new beginning and it feels like ME!

2nd Aug 2010