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For biker scribe Eddie ‘Sorez’ Pliska, poetry is as much about capturing his passion for the moto lifestyle and the raw energy of two-wheeled travel in prose, as it is about documenting determination in the face of the often-harsh struggles of life. He has had his fair share of both.

Here is Sorez's exclusive September piece, titled Recovery Road. The brotherhood/sisterhood and overall motorcycle community has been and continues to be a powerful support mechanism for many of us when we go through hard times. Always remember those blessings and pay them forward.

Sorez, a contributing writer for Outlaw Biker Magazine who also has a popular book of poetry out, graciously pens some inspiration for the NYC Motorcyclist community each month. You can read more about Sorez in a feature NYC Motorcyclist published in the spring of 2018.

I was lost and alone out there on my ride.
Carrying a heavy load struggling to survive.
I just could not win, could hardly hold on.
Almost gave up because of deep sorrows.
If not for the throttle, my bike and the wind.
Faith in the hope of my prayers being heard.
It was all that I could do to just get on by.
Was used to looking down for so damn long
Became time, once again, to start looking up.
Then my bike was taken away, freedom too.
What little I had was all gone as well.
So that all I had left was faith hope and hell.
In a one room suite at the steel bar hotel.
Had to put best boot forward, or give it up.
There was no going back, not going back in.
I got released and my sins were forgiven.
Broken bones heal but crushed hearts do not.
Unless you are ready to finally reach out.
So to all those I’ve met out there in the wind,
Who have helped me along wrenchin’ my soul,
Could not have made it without brotherhood.
Twisting throttle hard, upon recovery road.