Addiction Recovery Poems - Poems about Addiction Recovery

Substance

Filled with substance,

Never know who I’ll be next -
A person in disguise

Like the back of an earring,
Lost in the fibers

Unsure of what thought comes next -

But I feel more aware,

Yet still so alone -
Misunderstood,

Substance,
You’ve held me so tight.
Made me feel safe

But without you, it’s so much clearer
I cannot replace,
I must escape
And learn to live without

High Powered Woman

She needs that drink to start the day
When the children play
To get away
Meetings, lunch, that damn report
The never-ending stress
A drink to rest
She makes love like the dead
Her mind ahead
Major decisions, racing instead
A drink to unwind
To go to bed
Tomorrow a drink to get ahead
Engagements, talks, drinks to go
The high-powered girl has hit the low
Make up getting

The Gift of Recovery

The gift of recovery is a gift like no other
it is not easily given
One must work harder than is thought possible
it is a gift that is often taken back
multiple times before
it is given permanently
it takes strength of mind, body, and spirit
it is a gift that is sadly not often sought
nor won
it is elusive and precious
it

Broken Halos

Heard a song of broken halos,
folded wings that used to fly.
Wondered why I go where I go.
Yeah, broken halos as miles went by.
 
 Angels used to come and teach me,
 now they’ve gone another way.
 Don’t blame them, I told them they should
 find another soul to save.
 
 Stared at the darkness and

My Fight Each Day

Another day another fight
I find myself another night
The lessons learned and hardships faced
My time is now, no days to waste
I'm not alone when it comes to my journey
No need to be frightened, letting nothing deter me
But my feelings are haywire telling me to turn back
Reminding me only of the strength that I lack
So I close

Insanity

Another day gone by a chance now in the past,
More time has been forever lost sand falling through my glass.
I want to free my mind and soul I've dug this hole so deep,
I numb this choice of living as I pass days way till sleep.
This choice to let the time tick by is poison in

This Hollowed Life

It's like your world is ending 
Everything comes crashing down
Can't catch your breathe
Down, down, down you drown

Waking in the morning
To another dreaded day
Going through the hustle
Just to keep the pain at bay

Escaping is what you want
Numbing you try to survive
Hating the world when you're sober
Hate yourself for getting high

Oh yeah-This hollowed life of lies

Going through

Recovery

I want to be
the best version of me.
I want to believe
in myself
and my recovery.
I'm tired of living
a life of insanity,
that's not the person
I want to be.
I'm not that person anymore,
now I live in accord.
Harmoniously happy,
thanking God
for my sobriety.
I was once surviving,
now I'm thriving.
This is my time,
I'm really trying.
Forgive me for my past,
the changes I've made
are

Time For Change

You were my sunshine,
once upon a time.
When I stood by your side,
day in and day out.
Do you remember who raised you for so long?
I spent every second
surrounded by you.
I found security in being needed
and my purpose in life was clear.
I catered to a life I created and held so dear.
My soul longed for you,
you saved

Hope Within

Hope Within

I’m a hope-a-holic.
I think that’s why I’m here.
I want to celebrate the moments,
Turn straight away from fear.
Focus on the good, good, good,
Never lonely, never sad.
Cover up the not good stuff,
The jealous, anxious, mad.

Share the smiles, one by one,
I spread em’ down the line.
All my inner conflict, gone.
Again, I’m feeling fine.

What happens when the good

Rehab

I once had a Lazy Susan
Adding confusion to choosin'
I gave her a spin
But never could win
And that's why I turned to boozin'

Inevitably

Day old coffee
in its maker
a cold witness
sometimes
to broken dreams
and war stories
and proclamations
of
getting well
of
new beginnings
of
hearty hope.

Solemn stories and
cloudy memories
and Joe
laughter’s echo
at some obscure
joke but
the window
knows
how schemes get
distorted
deformed
disfigured.

Some have just
flown that way
inevitably
some do go
without ceremony
without fanfare
no hoopla
simply vanish
and all that’s left
are
empty seats
empty room
empty maker
waiting for
the next batch
of sunshine.


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Bird By Rehab

They unload life’s lead
into unseen enemies
machine gun memories
flying rapid fire
recollections and musings
spent shells amassing
mental turbines spinning
smoking the room.

And they yawn and doodle
ink stains for amusement
their purpose loosened
without caffeine courage
meetings adjourned
aimless wandering down
immaculate hallways
wounded reflections
in thoughtless pursuit
of quiet relief.

And they nod gingerly
with grim understanding
lives in the balance
teetering on a wire
as the bird careens
by the smokestack
somehow in
silent

Disease

I walk amongst them but nobody sees
I blend unnoticed 
As I inhale my disease

The air is constricted causing me to fall
All the things which once mattered
Now seem not to matter at all

Going nowhere just standing still
Trapped inside of loneliness
Since the day I grew ill

Clocks keep spinning around me so fast
I grow dizzy 
As I look

Life Sentence

life sentence 
I can’t go on with my life in addiction 
How can I ever have any kind of relations 

A week a month a year 
I really have no idea
It’s all the not knowing 
That’s stops life growling 
You build it all up 
begin to restore 
All the love and respect 
from your family

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