Recovery

Escaping one’s demons

Is far easier

With the strength of many

Who can create

A chain link of love

A ladder of compassion

And a compass of hope

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Twister

In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

Where will it land

Anywhere but OZ

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep

Rage Released

You repress it

Behind your smile it lurks

In the pit of your stomach

It resides

Growing

An irrepressible contagion

Ascending from the bowels

Disappointment

Infuriation prolonged

Now turned to rage

Misguided resentment

Boiling over

Need for an outlet

You struggle to keep it inside

No, it must be released

Released on me

My spirit

And my body

It must be released

It dissipates

Rage released…