My feet are on the ground.
I am present.
I am not lost, but I need to be found.
Found and taught to meditate,
To view silence as sound.
Hear the birds, crickets and cicadas chirp.
It’s August 7, and I had a glimpse of life with me no longer around.
Spared, anointed and chosen,
I can’t believe God let me live (again)…
I’ve got something to say, nothing to hide!
Stare at me…in my hopeful, big brown eyes.
Today I declare that drugs will not win.
Call Louie, call Austin, everybody, phone a friend.
Tell ‘em Chris Cole got sober…she’s back again!
