Recovery Poems
The Search For My Serenity
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
My struggles really started...
When I was just a kid...
Running the streets and getting in trouble...
For everything I did...
I wanted people to like me...
To have friends and be really cool...
But I always felt like a outsider...
Alone, every day after school...
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arrogation abomination
by Sarah A
blinding power trips
assumptions and conquests
i never said i was available
but you presume i’ll come
i never gave you permission
but entitlement doesn’t need approval
i didn’t say anything at all
but you pushed me through the wall
maybe it was my fault
frozen or fluid
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Finally Sober
by Kevin Schroeder
I danced with demons, felt their cold embrace,
In those depths of my despair, I thought I found my place.
A fleeting high, a moments peace, but yet the darkness came,
A cycle of destruction, that never ending game.
The laughter turned to silence, love faded to fear,
The faces of my family blurred, their voices disappeared.
I traded joy for numbness, each thrill became a ghost.
In my addiction, I lost what mattered most.
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Winter Bird
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.
I was dedicated to such adorable patients, and they soon responded in kind;
Like the sameness march of each season, as a vivid parade of years unwinds.
Treating wounds and prescribing medicine or surgeries, filled the lemon days;
As blooms relish, but never comprehend, entering into gilded sunshine phase.
Friends and I had frivolous picnic fun, in green, flowering fields of no farewell,
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Sickle days
by Lukman Abdulwasiu
Down with some humor life had to offer
Fit as fiddle was an understatement
Had such bodily tenacity that I felt sure
I could take whatever life throws at me
From its ill imposing cauldron
Struck with sudden hysterical fever
Made me healthy in the day
And shivering timbers at night
Pills went manic to curb its excesses
But braver the fever got
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Finally Sober
by Kevin Schroeder
I danced with demons, felt their cold embrace,
In those depths of my despair, I thought I found my place.
A fleeting high, a moments peace, but yet the darkness came,
A cycle of destruction, that never ending game.
The laughter turned to silence, love faded to fear,
The faces of my family blurred, their voices disappeared.
I traded joy for numbness, each thrill became a ghost.
In my addiction, I lost what mattered most.
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Transfiguration
by Anastasiia Mikhailovna
When does all the reinvention, reincarnation, praying, and stumbling end?
Where does the transformation stop and the life after it begin?
To transfigure is to change, to become more beautiful and spiritual
And yet, each one of my successive reinventions
Feels more like sewing sinews to a fractured bone
Than weeks in which I praise God and embrace the transformation.
I am tired of reinventing myself.
It has been five years since I began to change–
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From The Brink
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Slowly I am recovering
You thought I was going to crawl back
Like some helpless woman
But that didn't happened, did it?
I licked my wounds
And thought of calling you
However, when I was thinking about our history
I fought myself from phone and realise
I would crawl back and get hurt once more
No, not this time
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Winter Bird
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.
I was dedicated to such adorable patients, and they soon responded in kind;
Like the sameness march of each season, as a vivid parade of years unwinds.
Treating wounds and prescribing medicine or surgeries, filled the lemon days;
As blooms relish, but never comprehend, entering into gilded sunshine phase.
Friends and I had frivolous picnic fun, in green, flowering fields of no farewell,
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on: projection
by Elisa Janer
Do I serve as a mirror to your true self?
Glowing and flourishing
in plain sight
all this you will fail to admire
too captivated by your own reflection,
which you so wrongfully envision
sutured to my face
Is it why you still treat this like a game?
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