03/28/2024
Last night in woman's group a poem was shared and written by a participant about their journey in recovery.
Called: An old friend in recovery
Waking up wishing you hadn’t even started this journey,
Pushed forth forced wills,
The coffee gets you moving out of bed,
To see what is ahead,
You ask why have you chose me?
The only answer heard is but only your own self’s will.
The haunted days of yesterdays settle in,
Ghosts of who beens, has beens, sink in,
But WAIT! This isn’t my story.
Stand not for others but for own self.
Always remember you can,
You can start each day new,
Start again.
The sun rises for the people to keep trying,
Though the old us silently dying,
We will keep thriving,
To not only fight,
But to live a life full.
Continue on for you,
Self so strong,
Right my wrongs.
Because the only fact that you are strong.
Versions of you made up through world views.
Do you see me how I see you?
Wear it as your shoe fits.
Moves made differently.
Recovery a journey of self-discovery.
Sit down and just breathe,
You deserve to process and feel,
The world around you continues,
Turning it all around.
You can do anything,
You’re everything.
The traumatized spirit lives on,
Within you needs time,
Time to heal.
Look back and reflect,
On days that seem so great but weren’t really good.
Bad times make great people,
Over time.
Trusting yourself once again.
The self alone,
With love wins in the end.
This story has no end.
Like the sun always rises,
A great spirit never falls only soars,
Jumping out of complacency,
Only to land back on your feet,
Into the oceans of the universe’s unknown,
Speak not hate but your own truth,
Like speaking to you,
I’ve spoke alone,
Time and time again,
Realizing,
At the bottom of the soul,
Soared a spirit who was never alone.
Found the depths of the hard truths,
Set apart.
To never end
But forever start again.
A letter to an old Friend.
Peace and love 😊
