Been on both sides of the fence, even on top looking down, all around, now I am stuck, on the other side is a ruminating negative sound.
All I can do is make the best on my side. The grass may not be greener but I am still alive.
One day, there will be no fence separating me from the world, just an open field, shining sun, dropping my shield and reverting to fun.
Letting go of the bitterness that follows, taking a deep breath of all that life allows, the past wiped clean, my shame unseen.
Back to desiring connection. With music, writing, life and art. At ease with my kindred heart and this disease.
The fence long gone, for getting what was wrong, left only a tree, on top looking down for all the beauty is all I can feel and see.
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