Here I Sit

Here I sit;
It’s been a while,
But I feel at home
Like a small child.

Loving eyes
And a real embrace
Are worth more than money
With a dead President’s face.

Thank God
For showing me the way—
Without these nameless friends, I don’t know
If my heart could survive another day.

No longer do I feel
Against the wall.
I don’t need to answer
Any exploiting calls.

I jumped off a cliff
And had a long fall,
But I landed on my feet.
The time has come to stand tall.

Living and breathing
Once again.
I’d rather help the world
Than live in mortal sin.

So I pen my thoughts
In ribble and rhyme—
I’m happy I quit drugs—
Now I have the time.

Time to be free,
Time to be me—
The me that I’m not ashamed
For the world to see.

S.K. 2/27/07