For all the time that I was dead - Cerulean Poetry

Stepping out of a bad phase in life is scary. The price for seeing is not that you get any relief, but that you are burdened with the question of where to go now and how to do it.

For all the time that I was dead

The hands of God delivered me
and placed a burden on my shoulders.

A glaring brightness in the sky
I have to face the dawn 
— for my salvation.

I feel it in my hair and bones, 
a mourning's endless nothingness.
Its horizons boundless blade,
without a trail, no beaten path.

Cerulean hues are on my face. 
I have to go, and I'm yearning.

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For all the time that I was dead - Audio Version

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Thoughts

Stepping out of a bad phase in life is scary. The price for seeing is not that you get any relief, but that you are burdened with the question of where to go now and how to do it.

I never was an addict, but I think that is what makes it hard to stay clean or sober. When you kick the habit, there is no trophy. There is only the realization that you are “normal” now, and that comes with nothing, except this message:

Congratulations! You crawled out of a hole you have to fill now, and if you do not pay attention, you will fill it with yourself again.

It’s the same with most other unchosen challenges in life. Understanding and overcoming them might remove the negative influence, but that does not mean everything will be good now. There is even the question of whether you will feel better and how to get there if you can.

We need to pay attention to that for ourselves, so we have a plan for after we achieved our goal. But also for others, it takes more than just leading them to a door, and we have to understand when they are scared to step out, or fall back into it.

Godspeed

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