Recovery!
Love, Papa.
Just as I reach the edge of the precipice.
Unseen forces pull me back.
So close I could actually see into the abyss!
Yet, was I ever in danger?
For life begins and ends in every moment!
The reality of “now” is fleeting.
It is said, the actual ends comes quietly!
Though who can tell, is yet to be.
For with each breath, I reach my last.
Only to gasp anew again!
It’s never over until it’s over!
Which indeed may never come.
For recovery lurks a breath away.
And I will always succumb!
Love, Papa.
Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa
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