A little freestyle writing from my early recovery... I spoke into the sun,I make my place there'within. And I smoke the ash of yesterday, My bones become grease and crumble at the feet of the world.and I die again as I've done before, a faceless existence becomes ever familiar. And a show of thunder'speaks again through electric shadow,I speak from beyond and my friends are ghosts,they guard my whispers as they pierce the darkness in a world with many doors.where quietness deafens, there I will find solace in a beating heart' that, which I feel to be the song that quenches my darkness. And gives light once again.encircled ' I become . Outward I see the reflection of my second death reborn.as delicate shards of bitterness yeild and give themselves to black .. And once again I see the reflection that was meant to be..2009