Hits the Conflicts He Thinks like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win the Whole Thing ‘fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right.
This is the title of Fiona Apple’s second album. It’s actually a poem she wrote, which I didn’t know until now. I find it so fitting because it was the soundtrack to my relapse last September. I haven’t listened to it since then, but I rediscovered it last night, and after reading through this poem several times, I’ve decided it’s going to be my new mantra for recovery and life in general. She is my favorite songstress; her words pick my chin up and break my heart all at the same time. And that’s what recovery does. Sometimes the ache is the most honest thing you’ll feel.
Fiona is my queen.