This the eighth in a series of poems from the “Write to Recover” group I facilitate. I put them together from phrases that resonate with me while participants read. I add nothing but punctuation and the occasional conjunction. This one is comprised of the words of seven participants who were writing on the prompt, “I have learned…”
My fear is to melt
Into the status of a nothing.
I’m already quite empty,
There’s just this comfort place inside my head.
Sick people with good intentions
Draw me back into the insanity, where
Behind the smile is a knife,
Under the mean is fear.
Fear’s right in front of me on that
Train back to hell.
I need stilts to boost me into the sky
Where I will not get sucked in.
Thoughts can be redefined —
I can be accountable,
Live without the chase to drugs.
I want to preserve humanity
Build people, walk with them
Connect with everybody,
To be a part of life, a life with hope.
It’s OK to fail –- but I passed.
The day is here and
I feel strong.
I will find peace and make
Sense out of insanity
In the cracks and crevices of my gray matter.
I keep coming back to the best of me.
There is always something better waiting.
I can give myself a break without breaking myself
I’m strong enough to live through hell.