With tears in my eyes
I have come to realize
That I’ve transferred addictions…
By eating to my demise.
While on my last legs
My soul cries out and begs
God please help, lift me up!
I can’t stay here in the dregs.
In tales of woe I lurk
My lifestyle is berserk
I long for better & not bitter…
I am ready to do the work.
Then suddenly I hear it!
The voice of The Great Spirit
Telling me that I can trust Him…
I don’t ever have to fear it.
I begin to feel alive!
Believing that I can thrive
In this new life that I’ve been given…
Not revolving around forks and knives.
If I had my druthers
I’d help myself and others
To live in the light of God’s Love…
Communing with my sisters and brothers.
- Tammara H
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