He said I looked genuinely happy
And how good that was
Because he knows
It’s been fucking years
Two decades of friendship
Will definitely acquaint you with
The good, the bad, and the fighting
For your fucking life
Kind of times
In the last months
I ate Valium
Like candy
Drank alcohol
Just so I could
Stumble away
From the wreckage
That was my life
Leaving a trail of
Blood
Bruises &
Bitterness
Behind me
Let me tell you
There’s nothing like
Finally welcoming
A lush
Southern Spring
That makes you
REALLY
BELIEVE
In self resurrection.
~Amber Comber
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