a poem a day, flung out
to the world, words of faith,
of hope, of recovery...
I started it as a tool
not of serenity, of surrender
but to market, to hype.
Day after day, seven hundred
ninety-eight days, each one.
I stay to recover, to share it,
as a tool not of book sales
but of freedom, of willingness,
of doing the next right thing.
I started this for the wrong reasons
and have watched God use it
to remodel me.
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