Steppingstones To Safety Poem by alex sarich

I'm making an application to a life of safety
with markers storing my emotions in cupboards
moods in separate draws, pleasant and unpleasant
in the corner of crowded cobwebs in a pile
of pulsating pain of anger, anxiety and aggression.
Each step in patterns signposted as guidance
to my recovery in small increments, stretching
my limitations when making boundaries.
I reach out accepting change is needed
standing dormant with no identity but
nurturing my strengths to harvest all consciousness
changing life's patterns to heal.
Being in a marriage of affliction concealing aspirations
as an apprentice in life's journeys.
Closing my eyes and listening to the
ebb and flow of voice embracing the chorus
toward peace and tranquillity within my child.
I'm a witness to my actions.