Tag: recovery
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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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Sandcastles Poem About Hardships in Life
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SandcastlesPoem About Hardships in LifeThe weariness of life is enoughto make even the watchman tired.His heavy eyelids close with eachcomplexity of life that breaches the palace gates.There he waits until all he aspiredfor crumbles beneath the harsh realities of lifelike the sandcastles he built as a boy,cold, green, frothy ocean dashing all his work in…
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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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How To Pray to God For Help and Healing
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Recently, I’ve seen major spiritual growth and recovery in multiple “problem areas” of my life that I’ve tried time and time again to change for years. I haven’t tried harder – in fact I’ve probably never tried less. I have simply changed the way I pray for aid and guidance. My prayers would often begin,…
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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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Poem About Gratitude, Having a Positive Attitude and Blessings
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No Quarter If I look, I’ll find 1000 complaints, but I’ve resolved to give no quarter to protest when I’ve been so blessed with gifts raining down from Heaven like manna. If I find my vision dull, dark, and gray it’s because I’ve chosen to stay blind to how lucky I truly am. Of course…
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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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Like Me – A Poem About Loving Yourself
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But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and…
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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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A Poem About Alcoholism and Addiction – “One More Taste”
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“One More Taste” – Poem About Alcoholism and Addiction Like an empty bottle of whiskey, I’ve drank you down to the last drop. The alcoholic in me is still thirsty, But my rationale tells me to stop. A madman feening, I sit alone with my demons, Pacing, wrestling with racing thoughts. Counting the minutes waiting…
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Beauty’s Battle – A Poem About Endurance and Fighting Fear
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Beauty’s Battle – A Poem About Endurance and Fighting Fear She sits engaged in a battleBeneath the shadow of her own face,Slowly conceding to her own demonsBrought back by their blows, crushed beneath their weight. She wonders what’s the use in tryingWhen defeat has already been secured?For what’s left of the light is dyingAnd her…
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Upon This Rock – A Christian Poem of Grace
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Upon This Rock – A Christian Poem of Grace Upon this rock I walk Uncertain, yet composed. Not crushed beneath the veil of darkness, For with me always is a light that glows. The demons of my weakness harass me. Past failures breed doubts to future plans. But upon this rock I’m free, Caressed and…
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