Penned in a time of despair
A time loss
A time that has changed
The receiver never
Understands why
Such a letter is exchanged
The sender knows
It’s felt in the heart and soul
Never to be interchanged
Tag: addiction
Trying institutions
Of the mind and soul
Looking for answers
Test self control
Go to the groups
Read all the books
Collect all the coins
Like the best of crooks
Look in the mirror
Affirmations each day
The changes are made
Then go away
Continue to ride
The waves of recovery
Only to find
Endless discovery
From one to the next
The pages turn
Some to be torn out
Some to burn
The book will continue
To be written with little control
While moving through the institutions
Of the mind and soul
Wanting to experiment
Just a typical teen
Took a Perc one day
The last day he’d be clean
•••
At a party one night
Took a single drag
Didn’t know he’d be leaving
In a body bag
•••
Laying on the floor
Her body was on fire
Narcan stopped the overdose
Didn’t end the desire
•••
Kids are playing roulette
One pill lets them sleep
Sleep that never ends
Now they’re six feet deep
•••
-BW 2022
Dissipating fog
The sky illuminated
Hope was infinitely hers
A bolt of lightning
Has awoken me from
The nightmare of despair
Cloudy days
And nights without stars
No longer remain
In my illuminated mind
Born consisting of pure love
Authentic to the core
As years advanced
Purity fading evermore
–
Saturated with sorrow
Yearning to die
No hope or joy
Pleading “why?”
–
Craving answers
A private war
Coveting a mental repose
Unexpectedly, an open door
–
Petition acknowledged
Hope illuminates the ashen sky
Recovery furnishes
The wings to fly
Two voices
One body
Battling for control
One to live
The other to die
In the arena of the mind
Two voices will enter
Only one will survive
I am not a victim
Of my circumstances
I am a warrior
Losing a battle
Bleeding out
From my wounded soul
I am no martyr
I am merely one
Who will fight
To the death
Even if
It shall be my own
Appears to be
The epitome
Of laziness
Slouched in a chair
Cannot bear
The weightiness
Bathrobe shroud
Scars unallowed
No visible craziness
One can only see
The epitome
Of laziness
Unguardedly walking
Through the brightly lit forest
The melodic sounds of
Trees blowing in the breeze
Life developing and persisting
She overlooked the darkness
Centered among the light
A mistake never to be undone
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