here comes the sun

Done a week off the junk, this is a major milestone, now the physical and emotional pains switch, now I become real again, I cry over pain I see around me and the things I can't control that hurt me to see, even on the other side of the Atlantic beamed thru the sky via satellites, too much telly is bad for the soul, but at the moment I'm becoming whole again. I've just been passing time now I can stay to live again, the life that's mine. Some days have had the weight of tombstones, I bearly crawled out from under them, but surly headstones crashed like dominoes, so now I see the pattern they left, the mark upon my spirit. I can't keep doing this, this time ill stay clean...how many times av I said this before, but today, on this warm snowy solstice day, I am sure.
Now I can begin again to crawl out of this grave, my resting place is not so secure anymore, here comes the sun.