Tag: addiction
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Mental Illness And Misinformation
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What’s something most people don’t understand? It’s astounding how many people still completely misunderstand mental illness. Well, maybe not astounding because it’s hard for me to understand despite personally dealing with it for a large percentage of my life. But I guess what I’m referring to is the amount of people who believe mental illness…
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Why Can’t You Drink? Misunderstanding Alcoholism and Addiction
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What’s a question you hate to be asked? Why can’t you drink? Why can’t you control your drinking? A short post about misunderstanding alcoholism and addiction.
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Mountains and Valleys – A Poetic Autobiography
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What is the opening sentence of my autobiography? … well, I’ve climbed to the top of life’s mountain and fallen into the muck of the valley. Pain, failure, and redemption are the main characters of my story.
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Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God’s Grace
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Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God’s GraceInching along the earthcrunching, munching on misfortuneuntil pain wrapped itself like a cocoon -a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart.Drowning, surely dying in the dark.Only to emerge from the wombreborn from a tomb of self-inflicted woundstransformed by the Divine spark.With wings of vibrant colorcarrying the evidence…
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Pocket Pleasure Poem
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Pocket Pleasure Poem About Being Addicted to Your Phone and Technology Every time I turn you on and wake you from your technological slumber, I feel your curses swimming through my mind – electrical impulses gripping me without consent. And then I hate my neediness. Hate my discontent, unable to sit alone in the silence…
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Seasons of Winter Poem About Spring
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Seasons of WinterPoem About SpringThe ice is melting,thawing away from the land,flowing back into the handsof its maker.Nature’s enchantment shatterswith a single kiss from springclinging to the warmthof renewal, rebirth, reawakening.And in each pile of snowthat dissolves my heart beatswith a disposition towards hopesledding down slopes of solacetaking comfort in the possibility to copewith my…
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Letting Go Poem About Trusting in God
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Letting Go Poem about Trusting in God Troubles slip through my fingers like sand as long as I cling to your commands, letting your Word direct my way – floodgates to block and keep me at bay. But it’s never easy to deny yourself entry, shackling your will under lock and key of the sentry.…
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Running Poem About Changing and Working on Yourself
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RunningCan I get a cup of wineto drown the time,to float away fromthis heavy heart of mine?Or perhaps a speedy carthat’ll take me fast so faraway from these expired dreamsnow void of stars?Maybe a boat to sail these seasthat swallow me with easeeach time the tide of my moodshelplessly carries me out with no reprieve?But…
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Fasting in the Desert A Godly Poem About Contemplation and Selfishness
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Fasting in the Desert Strip yourself naked, unclothed of selfish desire. For it requires fuel to burn just as a raging fire. If all thoughts revolve around me and mine, how am I to hear the voice of God, how am I to feel the presence of the Divine? It’s by starving addictions that we…
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A Poem About Recovery Hope and Change
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No Matter No matter how hard it is to keep the fire burning, no matter how many disappointments have visited you without warning, no matter how many different trials you’ve sat through today, though the verdict may be hard to swallow, tomorrow, tomorrow’s another day. And it may seem impossible in this moment, but in…
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The Cost of Freedom – Recovery Addiction Poem
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The Cost of Freedom Confining walls, prison cell; there’s no shame in wearing a straight jacket if it makes you well. Dirty dishes, soiled clothes; it’s a heavy burden to keep your house clean on your own. Hidden secrets, concealed lies; they are the extent of your sickness – the enemy of recovery is pride.…
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Grace – A Poem
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Grace – A Poem I am awed by the way you move me like freshly fallen snowflakes dusting across the frozen ground. Some days I forget the barren tundra from which I came and how you whispered by name, echoing across that vacant landscape so that a lost soul could be found. Some days time…
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Illusions – A Poem
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Illusions – A Poem The demon water you drinkIs devouring your soul.Don’t you know this road has no happy endingAnd your heart will turn cold? Repeating lies does not change reality.Sooner or later you’ll have to face life’s inevitable truth.Don’t set yourself on foolish paths, don’t chase foolish pursuits,And hang your happiness up by your…
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Poem About Feeling Alone and Misunderstood
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Alien – A Poem Feelings run too deeplike the full summer moon,sinking in the sky’s dark sea of black.Reminiscing, pondering over burnt out stars,wishing their beautiful light could somehow be brought back. But the ancient dust has crumbled,scattered like ashes in the brisk solar wind.But memories stand transfixed,unaltered by time, suspendedin infinity’s domain without an…
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Raven
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Raven Jet black feathers fall from your head And brush the beauty of your cheek. Dark as night like strands of onyx Woven with omens and tales of mystery. The spell you caw claws at my heart and captivates me. Emerald eyes like a pair of dazzling jewels, Sparkling and rousing lust like a treasure…
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The Mirror of Truth – A Poem
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The Mirror of Truth – A Poem Into the mirror I gaze and am wrapped within the frame of a smoky haze of secrets swirling within glass. I can’t deny the face, can’t pretend I don’t know, have no trace of realization that the figure before my eyes is me. It’s unsettling to see the…
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Life’s Amphitheater – A Poem About Helping the Less Fortunate
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As I was driving down the road the other day and came to a stoplight, my eyes fell upon a young woman begging on the side of the road. I must admit that often times I am quick to judge out of pride or wonder why they are too lazy to pick themselves up and…
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