This poem is the twelfth 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 five participants who were writing on the prompt, “Opening the door…”
Do I laugh or cry?
Sliding down the rabbit hole
on tears of a waterfall,
Into a street of bitterness.
My door shuts.
Big black unknown — cold, blistering —
A lonely place where
I wasn’t allowed to grow.
My fear is in a needle,
I give all hope away.
But morning comes,
The door does open again.
Life keeps moving on,
A simple life that works for me,
One hour at a time.
Now I’m capable of being me,
Not some cheap imitation of me.
So proud of who I am, who I’ve become;
A beautiful blue jellyfish
Melting into a river of love.
Hold the doors open to let more light in,
It’s full of glitter and light.
Life can be good if I allow it to be.
Passion is the key to a colorful life,
Not chasing dragons.
Fear is just a silly word;
Love is calling and cheering me on.
I am never alone and never was —
I am fully connected to my inner child.
I understand me to understand another;
I plant seeds and grow minds,
Creating joy for myself and others —
We learn together.
The miracles are happening and
Everything is possible.
I am onto the next right thing.