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Premium Member Ode To Crutches

ODE TO CRUTCHES

I had a knee replacement so I needed help
I could not walk safely by myself
So, I was given two sturdy crutches
And once I got them in my clutches
I walked here and there and everywhere
With more confidence but a bit of care
With physio my knee grew stronger
Two crutches I needed no longer
So, I progressed to just using one
My recovery had begun
I exercised at home and did physio at Westmead
I was very keen to succeed
To cut a very long story short
I am very happy to report
They helped me a lot but now that I’m stronger
I do not need crutches any longer
I have a long way to go
It won’t be easy, that I know
Thank you to all the people that help me every day
With their support and encouragement I know I will be okay.

Meanwhile

Bob’s accident was not "too" bad;
young lady with both legs broken.
Driving on drugs, he’s ultra rad;
“Go to Rehab,” judge has spoken.
Meanwhile... she goes to rehab too;
Bev learns to walk again, wahoo.

When laws and legs guys freely break,
what’s “legit” walks off the pages.
Their lawyers give this bellyache, 
“We don’t put addicts in cages!”
Meanwhile... last time Bob tests a tort,
Bev appears as lawyer in court. 

written May 26, 2018

Premium Member Ar Strong Rehab Centre

She pushes my wheelchair
   Rolling me past the nurses station
     Rolling me down the long bright hallway
    Rolls me into the room with all those machines 
 All I want to do is go for a   l o n g  w a l k  _  —  _  — _  —  _  — _  — _



For Julia Ward’s Rehabilitation contest.
Written May 24th 2018.

AR Strong has assisted many people on their road to recovery.
A great facility in Vancouver Canada.


Premium Member Rehabilitation Center

The patients often rock back and forth,
or pace as if to move away
from their frustrations, 
their situation, their self,
but the same always follows.
Their only task is existence...
yet such a heavy endeavor,
like moving through thick mud,
always messy and often stuck.
As long as they remain their same selves,
they remain a prisoner of themselves,
haunted by screams of unworthiness,
threats of unforgiveness,
and insistence of victimization.
Psychologists ask questions
and sometimes make suggestions.
Doctors dictate medications.
Many have chemical dependency
or a congenital chemical imbalance
and lack the physical capacity to be happy,
in the same way someone with kidney failure
would die without dialysis.
Patients regress into numbness,
an unintrusive seclusion
and an attempt to avoid
misery's self-abusing mind.
Some find an escape,
by God's grace,
faithfully willing their way
out of their mental detention and
the "Rehabilitation" Center Prison.

Premium Member First Step To Rehabilitation

one step at a time stands still

                              when the ringing in the ears
                           and the haze and nausea clears
                                    a broken body sighs


                                     ready for the next








05/22/18

Julia Ward's
Rehabilitation -Poetry Contest

Premium Member Rehabilitation

An ox can pull a weighted cart daily.
With mirrored force, I grapple to lift my right leg.
A toddler wobbles in his first steps,
but struggling, we inevitably became able to walk.
Hugging the wall, like a child in the deep pool, I rise up.


Addiction

A little friction
Placed on our mind
Shared by the place and time
Beating against the grind
Willing ourselves to find
What's making us feel insane
What's coursing through our veins
Poisoning ourselves
Trying to ease the pain
Inducing trauma to the brain
Even though it still remains
It's the only thing we praise
We choose to be Castaway 
From a world led astray
Too stuck in our ways 
In a paralyzing daze
Over and over again
Making the same mistakes
How long will it take
Till we learn how to cope
To reach the peak
Of a slippery slope
Hard to climb
As drug rates increase
And mental health declines
Soon to be deceased 
In a race against the time
Too late to go back to before
Looking towards the future
Or maybe the next score
But what's it all for?
Closing the door
But what's it all for?
Searching for more
Trying release the tension
But that's the thing about depression
It goes against convention
We need help to understand
Time for an intervention
To build a smarter plan
Free from constriction
Take my hand
To the Promised Land
Against the barriers of restriction
Finding the answers beyond infliction
Make a stand
In the fight against ADDICTION

Premium Member Rehabilitation

She gasps now, in pain 
As the gentle therapist
Extends her ballooning limb
  ~ In childbirth's pangs
     Ends always justified means

Premium Member Beyond Rehabilitation Triumph

Freed* from addiction’s chains and imprisoning misery…

Rescued from bondage of liability as a disgraced social deviant  

Especially upheld by the Saviour with His transforming compassion-might!!!

Empowered now to prevail with faith over haunting rehab-rigors!

Deliverance-delight drives toward victorious life!

*Romans 6:22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.

May 17, 2018

3rd Place, Best Free Verse Poem in May 2018
Sponsored by Laura Loo; judged on 7/3/2018.

Rehabilitation

Every time John Bull brings the holly 
Out of the woods
I go where my poinsettias grow merrily
To see the fire glows
Red like blood in leaves defying
The winter's coming and the cold

Every time a spruce, pine or willow
Is cut down to carry shards of sun
Or rewrite the history of the cross
I wander from home with heavy sighing
Torn up by the forest lost
To keep its pride each winter's blast

And I go the rocks to see below
The sea's white fury crash
In scowling anger 
Sweeter than the bells jingling by stores
The carols mingling 
Love with trade and vanity
I want something more
A little purer than all commerce creed

I want the scent of sorrel dripping
From the kitchen's eave
The baker's barters stirring
And the old katacu smoking
The prepared fish and meat
O not for the feast as you supposed
But for mother's presence
In the first season of her absence

She hung poinsettias
And brew and roast and bake
While she sorted drapes and curtains out
And sang the alto happy carols
As she designated us to our task
Ah Christmas was her presence here
Nothing more
I go to the shore to give my wounded soul some rest
While parching for the milk of happiness

Rehabilitation

She was brutally raped
And sent home, her father's rage
Mixed with mother's curse
Rehabilitated her in marriage
With the rapist,à la carte.









Rehabilitation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Free verse poetry form only.
25th May, 2018

Rehabilitation

You ask me what I was?
Meek solitude sustained in armored mantle
a wave of movement never moving onward
a shade lost in humanity’s shadows
and nothing … before you

Intervention and Rehabilitation

I agreed to do it
So that I can get my family and life back
Taking this step by step and bit by bit
Praying that I'll never go back to that

My family loves me so much that they decided to help me
To keep me from going further down
To help and make me see
That this is not where I really want to be

It came as a shock because I didn't know they cared
I didn't think they missed me
But little did I know, because they could no longer bare
The thought and look of me being so miserably

They missed the warm kisses and hugs
The friendly smile
The welcoming love
The thought of me being happy by not being on drugs

One night of listening to someone else
Got me looking at these three white walls and one blue door
I caused this on myself
But never no more

God brought my family to me before it was too late
So once I get out of here
I plan to get my life straight
I plan to never be back here

God gave me another chance and I'm going to use it wisely
No more drugs and no more streets
It's now all about me and my family
Once again being happy

The Rehabilitation of Killers ( Two Senryu Trilogies)

Out of water
Moses killed a task master
And hid the body.

In the wilderness
Forty years and reconciled
Called by Burning Bush

Out of the desert
Moses, the deliverer,
Set God's people free.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A true Pharisee
Of Pharisees, Paul stood by
Consenting killings.

Killing more Christians
Blinded, thrown off his high horse
Sent to a Christian

The scales fell away.
Paul became a man of God...
Trusted apostle.

Rehabilitation

Stories, tales...More truth!
More cozy boots; Its winter: super cold
Doctor prescribed me with meds: syrups too popping pills and no love potions, learned the hard way that life leans on you when everything seems hazy!
Falling down and hurting myself:
Muscles spasms and headaches to pain killers and ointments for head injuries: 
Applying white bandages all around my head; it never helped cause depression caved in every time i looked out...!

To feeling dread and my head locked 
So i eased on with plants, planing...
I Know that earth and fire creates
And water provides; Releasing air as I exhale, 
subconscious to the conscious mind,
My mind Exiled: casted from the abyss 
To the physical plane too all the way back!
Hence why I'm always at the back,

Dark shades and bandanas!
Seeing everything as a dream,
I was clouded by a flock of birds:
Hallucinations on level 10;
Like it only costed a decade of my soul,
So cheap in pennies but not in years!
Days went by too weeks, and probably three lines of work, and finally found love
At least what i thought at the time:
White, A beautiful Caucasian woman loved to powder her self!
The heights as her love excited me
Like ecstasy...  Oh the memories:
The highs and lows,

Reminiscing.... Rehabilitation...

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