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. 

The worst place to be 

Is inside my mind

An ongoing battle

Relentless and strong

No distinction between the voice 

Of the demons

And the voice that belongs. 


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