Power

The last few years have been hellish

My body poor, my soul most unwellish

Because I faced the near deathly hollows

And the brutal recovery that consequence follows

Decisions of others, and knowledge mistaken

Care and thought lacking and decisions forsaken

Enough was enough at that final hour

I found courage and will and took back my power

I stayed in the moment and braved all I faced

Increments forward, at a reluctant pace

I gradually unraveled the noose in this crime

In hope that this trauma would heal over time

So I vowed to be gentle with myself and all others

I sent loving thoughts to the mistakes of my brothers

I could see convalescing was a place to awaken

It stirred up my courage to acknowledge the taken

Then forgiveness was chosen that my soul would impart

Loving kindness evoked, straight from my heart

Here I had glimpses of the vast and omniscient

Realising my faith had become quite deficient

So I turned to my prayer and focused on breath

The blatant irony, the origin of my state of bereft

As I continued to heal, surpassing the dwell

My mind, body and spirit was embarking on well

Although I’m not nearly what I used to be

Ironically I have become the best version of me