Eye Contact
Watching change happen right before my eyes....
Scanning the celestial sphere, horizon's divide,
In search of contact with what the future hides.
A foresight into endless possibilities,
Looking to the clouds, seeking inspirations' ease.
The heavens' eyes peer down, discerning and wise,
Detecting efforts to rise, to change, to rise.
From addiction's grip, I'm born anew,
Free from old temptations, in a refreshing view.
Grounded I stand, as change unfolds before my sight,
Mental inclination towards life's transformative light.
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Tracy Toccara is a poet and a warrior of life whose verses chronicle a profound journey from the shadows of addiction to the light of recovery. Her collection of poems is not merely words on a page; it is a testament to her resilience.
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