Back again

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! 

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