I found this poem just yesterday. I am unpacking since moving into my new house and I found a notebook from rehab. Only sober for about 30 days, I remember my mind racing so much that it was hard to understand my own thoughts. I literally felt like I was going insane.Â
The worst place to beÂ
Is inside my mind
An ongoing battle
Relentless and strong
No distinction between the voiceÂ
Of the demons
And the voice that belongs.Â
