My cure.

I've slipped, I've fallen - I've conquered.
My cure is these words, this ink, these shaking hands.
The one thing that sets me free... myself.
I play the songs of my soul acoustically.

Yearning. For. Redemption.

My cure is what these shaking hands, this shaking heart- this broken voice
speak
write.

My cure. Is here. I shall never leave.