I put this poem together from phrases written in the “Write to Recover” group I facilitate. Writing down phrases that caught my ear (and heart) while they shared, snippets of poems just appeared. We all have a poet inside when we get out of our own way and let the words flow. This one is comprised of the words of six participants.
I had to lie to survive.
Gift of desperation,
A box that could never be opened.
Leaving myself behind,
Demons by my side,
Colors fading to pale.
But I don’t want to wear a blindfold.
I must stop making excuses —
I am ready for release;
Gain control by letting go of control.
Because that’s my problem: I think.
It is a gift to clean the mess.
Obstacles can be fun
When energies align.
I stepped over my dilemma
Into a friendly good morning and
A better understanding of myself.
For that I’m so grateful!
The beginning of color is here —
Brought me a new love.
So now, I speak from my heart:
Me is who I am
I’m pretty damn good
I’m bat-shit crazy.
So here I am —
I’m part of the whole
I am all and all is me…
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Very nice poem. Thank you