Hollowness resonates through the shell of a former self
Neglected trophies of victories past collect dust on the shelf
Wicked devils curate the insatiable in a fragile mind
The doors of some fresh hell thrown open as gears grind
Forsaken mercy blues notes echo in a loaded chamber
Broken melodies reach the open ears of willing saviors
Candles burn from both ends in the twenty-fifth hour
Midnight voices admitting again to deference of power
Coaxing wounded animals back into their cages
Soothed and subdued by words of ethereal sages
Weathered the storm, keeping trauma at bay
Rest and save strength – tomorrow’s another new day
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It’s been about five weeks since I’ve written any prose/poetry, so I started putting this together the other day during outpatient group. While I feel my use of vocabulary is growing in strides, I’d like to work more on on my style and formatting. I tend to write with common or simple patterns: AA BB CC DD, ABAB CDCD, AA BB, etc.
Anyway this piece was inspired by discussions regarding relapse that came up during outpatient counseling. Many people say that relapse is a part of recovery, but just as many people say relapse is not a ‘definite’ in recovery, and does not have to be. Personally, I do not ever plan for my mind to slip into that kind of thinking. The thing with this disease is of course these situations are never premeditated. If god forbid something does happen, the worst thing you can do is berate yourself over it.
Pick yourself up and get after the sobriety again. No compromises there.