The Road to Recovery I tried walking away from madness, seeking peace. But found I was bound and a captive, unable to retreat. Astonished, I looked down at shackles clasped around my hands and feet. I have hollered until I was hoarse; solitude is the only company I keep. What is left now other than to shrink within my cell and accept defeat? But wait...what if this freedom I seek lies juxtaposed to relief? Maybe I need to start asking why these feelings run so deep. Yes, the road to recovery begins with acceptance and ends with peace. Justin Farley
I’m losing myself in pieces –
every year fragments of my soul
feel swept away by time.
My identity constantly decreases,
and I’m beginning to feel like a stranger
within the confines of my own mind.
Yes, I’m losing myself in pieces –
the jigsaw puzzle’s lovely image
has jumbled into an abstract mess.
But my search for meaning never ceases.
I continue holding the lantern,
calling out to myself in the darkness.
I’m searching for the lost pieces –
putting myself back together
one discovery at a time.
With faith, hope increases,
and despite being far from perfect,
I’m able to begin recovery’s climb.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley