On A Good Day
I feel whole
in my soul
without worry
or woe
for the almighty God
is holding
my hand
and all my
deep misery
dried up
tomorrow
no longer
staring me
down
like a
vicious
dog
and I
am free
as the
air
my spine
no longer
cold from
the icicles
of paranoia
freed from
the forlorn
fog
of my
depressed
head
and I am
no longer
lonely
hanging
out
with
the one
and only
me
and the
hum of
my fan
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