#recoverypoem

[ipoetried]

kpk poet!

[hollowthoughtsfromwithin]

Recovery Recovery they whisper in my ear As if I should be ashamed Ashamed for locking myself away Kneeling on my bathroom floor Hands steady as rows of crimson form intricate patterns down my porcelain skin Recovery Recovery they say As if a few months in therapy will fix me Therapy where my answers are false words tumbling from my clenched jaw Words that come as easy as breathing Lies. Recovery Recovery they yell I cower in the corner of a mansion crafter by my own mentality Bashed and bruised by their false ideals of “happy” 10 months clean they applaud Their applause worsening the feeling of hopelessness You’ve recovered You’ve recovered they congratulate The sharp edge of a blade has not pierced my thin layers of protection Yet behind my curled lips and bright eyes is something not so visible When you quit one habit a new one will take its place Breaking a habit is a good thing A liberty from a past failure But they never say what happens when the new habit bears its ugly fangs Fangs of hollow insides and bile pooling from my mouth Fangs of limited calories and excessive amounts of water Recovered Recovered I’ve been told

my midnight thoughts

[thatssopaigey]

The truth about recovery

The truth is ,

recovery is hard,really hard,

I know because I’m trying ,

I know that the truth is recovery is a long road ,

and often you travel it alone ,

Recovery It isn’t all about pretty roses and people proving they can change ,

It’s about crawling through brambles ,And then Pulling the thorns from your skin,

It isn’t about an army of people helping you build a cute den,

With fairy lights and colouring books,

It’s about learning to create your own safe space ,

Even in the midst of the hurricane ,

It’s about gritting your teeth ,

And moving forward with a quiet determination ,

It’s about learning to look at the view from where you are ,

Not looking up at the top of the mountain ,

And calculating how far you have left to climb ,

And sometimes recovery is about

Surrounding yourself with good people ,

And good conversations ,

It’s about learning to hold yourself in silence ,

Without feeling the need to fill the void ,

It’s about getting up and deciding to fight ,

Every single day ,

Despite how hard that is ,

You still have to fight even when

The nights feel long ,

And it feels like the sun won’t come up again ,

And you have to continue to make the choice to recover,

When your world feels dark ,

The truth is recovery is hard,

really,really hard ,

But it is worth it

(@thatssopaigey original world)

(Ps. I came second in my college poetry competition with this)

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

Better

My recovery isn’t right

It doesn’t fit her perspective

Not a grin or gold trim dress

I’ve swam through the river

Danced in the pouring rain

Grew out every single nail

Combed my hair into a bun

Pulled the sheets up tight

Walked upon the glistening stars

I ate every given bite

-Hannah Loomis

[wqueens7]

#sonnet #recovery #poem #12step #paradoxes #recoverysonnet #recoverypoem #paradoxsonnet (at 48Th Avenue Stairs) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAWR2-ZBh-M/?igshid=4aw64gohfh2p

[topazdragonwings]

The shelf life

Of an active addict

Has an expiry date.

An inevitable gravity

Pulls us toward

A fork in the road,

Where one path

Leads to recovery & life,

And the other

Leads to death.

The good that

Survives inside

The heart of the addict

Has no shelf life;

Has no expiry date.

Sometimes,

We need

To be reminded

That that goodness

Still lives.

-topazdragonwings

[brokenvesselspsalm31]

You did it!

Great job!

I’m proud of you!

A childhood empty of affirmations,

words non-existent,

replaced by silence

taking center stage.

The praises from parents,

a fantasy,

a shadow,

a mirage of the mind.

Neglect was reality,

struggling to not feel left behind,

abandoned,

unwanted,

oh how I wish I could hit rewind!

Replay life,

a do-over,

a mulligan,

and tell my child self,

“I’m loved!”,

“I’m wanted!”,

“I matter!”

[marialoveswords]

The Year I Didn't Die

The Year I Didn’t Die

The Year I Didn’t DieI didn’t want to follow the curandera’s prescription. and be steeped in a tea of semi-sleep, where my love tendedthe lilacs and pansies I embroidered overthe white months of my unbecoming. I didn’t like her crown of bird’s skulls, but I did so want to believein her prophecy. Love is patient. Love cooks meals of dandelions and sea grass. Love wakes up with you when the night…

[joymeeeowce]

Ana 🥀

“Ana"🥀

When I met Ana 🥀 She was fragile and dainty Soft like a flower

When I met Ana 🥀 She showed me the side of things; The beauty in bones

When I met Ana 🥀 There was promise in counting Skippings -just not feet

When I met Ana 🥀 Days lingered, meals passed Lies saw in mirrors

When I met Ana🥀 Poked and prodded; no answers Helpless and all alone

When I met Ana 🥀 Promised days of beauty ended Boney fingers grasped for air

When I met Ana🥀 The scale dropped, the mirror broke Fear was sought in obsession

When I met Ana 🥀 I learned I was fragile My petals wilted, my bones broke

When I met Ana 🥀 I couldn’t see the beauty Just the fear staring towards me

When I met Ana 🥀 There was help, when there wasn’t before All torn by numbers

When I met Ana🥀 There were secrets kept deep down Forbidden comforts

When I met Ana🥀 My mind was ill but my heart wasn’t Fulfillment in nutrients

When I met Ana🥀 Joy was met with steady heart beats Strong minds killed the fear

When I met Ana🥀 It wasn’t her who was beaten It was me all along

When I met Ana🥀 Battles fought,sometimes won and sometimes not It will get better

When I met Ana🥀🥀🥀 -jvc 7/22/17 "Ana”

[neither-lost--nor-found]

I have bled again and had my mistakes fixed with needle and thread. I have caused myself pain. I have broken again. I am hurting. But this is not the end. I am still fighting and this will not destroy me. I'm stronger than I know but I am beginning to see that strength. One step backwards is not the end of the world. I will beat this because I'm a warrior, and no matter what I won't give in.

[linkucom]

Taylor Swift - I Bet You Think About Me (Taylor's Version) is out! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UMCrq-bBCg #taylorswift #redtaylorsversion #ibetyouthinkaboutme #blakelively #alltoowelltaylorsversion #taylorsversion #redtaylorsversion #alltoowell #taylorswift #taylorswiftpoem #writing #poems #writerscommunity #writer #womenwhowrite #feminist #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #feministpoetry #artpoetry #feminism #collagepoetry #sadquotes #mixedmedia #collage #poetry #collageart #breakupquotes #recoverypoem #heartbreakpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CWTmORehm01/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ipoetried]

If the times that are hard are the times I must go through - then hand me a shovel. For if it's a hole I must stand in, I will turn it into a tunnel.

HAND ME A SHOVEL (k.p.k)

[creativemindfulness-blog]

Amends

My parents tried their very best

to get me to be like all the rest

to get me to believe I could succeed

and achieve and be anything

but they never could have foreseen

the mistakes I would make

the path I would take

that led me to think

the only way to find peace

and be at ease with being me

was through shooting tweak

When I’m out there ripping and roaring

I’m oblivious to all the lives I’m destroying

It’s ironic that I think I’m this enlightened man

leading a band of frighted men

all across a forgotten land

trying to find any way to escape the pain

of playing this vicious drug game

I never imagined how many people I’d harm

when I put that first needle in my arm

how eventually I’d tare a family apart

that’s a debt I’ll have to repay

but I’m sorry Richie

my penance will have to come another day  

it’s not that I’m afraid but rather to ashamed

to say straight to your momma’s face

exactly the part I played in her son’s fall from grace

When I’m out there ripping and roaring

I’m running from all the lives I’m destroying

It’s pathetic that I though I was this enlightened man

leading a band of frightened men

all across a forgotten land

trying to find any way to escape the pain

I’ve inflicted playing this vicious drug game

Now here I stand, a broken man

trying to put back the pieces of my life

and I ask myself why

why am I here and he there, how is that fair?

I introduced him to this shit

gave him his first hit

supplied him when we were running amok

crashing trucks and getting caught up in games of luck

running scams like we had a plan

when we were really just running from our pasts

hoping our self imposed exiles wouldn’t have to last

he was my brother, more than just a friend

and yet I betrayed him in the end

for I left him in the streets

in order to have one more shot at recovery

I’m no longer ripping and roaring

and I’m ashamed of the lives I destroyed

It’s pathetic that I thought I was this enlightened man

when I left a frighted man

all alone in a forgotten land

to find his own way to escape the pain

I introduced by playing this vicious drug game

to my brother who I left on the streets, I’m sorry

[theconflictedrecovery-blog]

Like a wilting flower that has just been watered, my body Is changing but my mind unaltered 🌺 I am starting to bloom and life is seeping in, but at what point do the healthy decisions and binges begin? 🔃 I can't draw a line, it's ambiguous now, if I pass you the reigns will you show me how? I can't draw a line - everything is blurred, for too long now my recovery differed. I am getting scared as I don't recognise my reflection, for too many years chasing unobtainable perfection. ➰ Keep me strong and focused at this stage as I still need help, even at this age. Please don't look and assume I am ok, just stay close and help chase these Demons away. 👺 #recovery #recoveryjourney #recoverywarrior #eatingdisorderrecovery #edrecovery #edrecoveryfamily #edrecoveryfam #edrecoverycommunity #edrecoveryjourney #anarecovery #anawarrior #anafighter #anasoldier #anasoldier #ana #anasoldier #miarecovery #ednos #ednosrecovery #ednosrecoveryproblems #ednoswarrior #miarecovery #realrecovery #recoverypoem

[ipoetried]

k.p.k

[ipoetried]

hugging my twelve-year old self - k.p.k