Fight For Tomorrow - Luke Cyr (43 Handicap)
The body of man, subject to fail
Ships stored in port refusal of sail
Continue the fight with all of your might
Dream of tomorrow, this isn’t your night
Sickness is that, a bump in the road
Never give up reminded I’m told
On Earth we exist, wandering time
Concentrate and focus the power of mind
Dwell of the right avoiding the wrong
Throw me a tune, this could be a song
Get on board, line up in cue
Battle for your life with all that you do
If alone is the feeling, dwelling the soul
I’ll stand here with hand held, zero the toll
This is a poem I wrote after leaving treatment. I was still struggling, but also wanted to help people who were struggling. I felt I was in a place that this was a safe option. I had all the tools and it was me kicking myself in the ass to make sure I stayed on top of my own recovery, but also throw an olive branch to anyone who might need it. I've always wanted to help people and this was my way of doing it. Even as small as this gesture was, it was my way of trying to help. Going forward, my life is going to be basically this purpose. This isn't a passing fancy or something that's going to be a one and done. My thinking is use my experience and stories to possibly help someone. And if you save one person, you save the world. I hope you'll join me in this journey and let's save as many people as we can.