Superhero with a halo

My legendary life hasn’t quite gone as I had planned, a man thrown overboard and in a flimsy lifeboat, just hoping for dry land
The old me would have been long dead, cast adrift somewhere out to sea, Nightmares in my heart and head, endless thoughts tormenting and haunting the living hell out of me

I discovered that Rock bottom had a basement, I guess I was at my very own ground zero, But in the anguish of it all I heard the voice of my inner child, the little boy inside who wanted to be a cape wearing superhero

Turbo boosting like Michael knight, beating the bad guys in every fight, getting the girl, saving the day and doing it for the force that is true and right

My mother god bless her gave me the light when my world was taken, everything I loved and cherished was stolen and forsaken

In the midst of the dark that light started to shine bright
When the other half of my heart walked out on me and our children to go dance with the devil on a pale moon night

One last heavenly kiss, an embrace oh so tight, inside I knew she wasn’t coming back and that she had her own battle she needed to fight

I was her mirror you see, we both have hearts tattooed on our sleeve, it just sacred soul symmetry

She never did give a proper reason, for her act of heart-breaking family treason

Initially I thought it was me? But after some reflection, I found some much needed perception,
She didn’t mean her deception; I saw it in the salty tears that rolled down her oh so beautiful complexion

She was just a scared little girl who needed protecting her and my family’s needs shamefully I was guilty of neglecting

And then Just like a wrecking ball that seeks and destroys, the state swooped in then to come steal our precious blonde haired and blue eyed boys

What we needed was compassion help and support But what we got was incompetence , lies and more than one dodgy report all To help hit their fiscal targets and to get their way in the barbaric family court

Words will never describe of what it was like living in this nightmare But thankful I am for the people who showed me the right care and had genuine concern for my welfare

Those Brilliant Recovery workers and lots and lots people I met in group therapy, Helped me discover myself and the untapped potential deep inside of me That was when the journey truly started, finally tuned in to my very own cosmic frequency

Inside the rooms I heard stories of people hiding their shame Behind high strength lager, crack pipes, and chasing dragons with a red hot clipper flame

Peoples traumas invading my ears, resonated with me so deeply that on many occasion they had me in tears, empathetically listening to their hopes and fears and so much pain that had been held onto for years and years

A wise man once said we need to emancipate ourselves from mental slavery ,but to escape the mind-set of an addict takes faith courage and extreme bravery

I started to well up and choke I guess all that stupid male bravado inside me broke, Turns out I’m not a hard boiled egg , I definitely had a runny yoke

Off came my armour Like a solider removing his Kevlar vest, revealing these bullet wounds had left cuts and bruises across my chest ,intense emotions and feelings all coming at ya, I quickly learned you can’t put a plaster on a compound fracture