Do you feel the pull from within your guts
It drags you back to the place from which you escaped
There is no possible reason to return, short of being nuts
To escape from one's hells is an accomplishment, indeed
It holds us to our nightmares, grasping at us from within
Our hells creep into our waking thoughts, hoping they'd win and we concede
But not alone in such hells are we
We only need to muster up the strength
And grab hold of the hand before us, trying to get us free
Once done, there's a new day for us to begin
But by not giving up, one can aspire to use their chances
And certainly, with some luck and support, this battle is one that you can win
Sometimes, despite the folly of their ways
Despite their shortcomings in this thing called life
Having them there is what ultimately pays
Get up and be seen again, my friend
You're loved more than you know
We're waiting for what's still possible in the end
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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