Days Alone
Here I stayed
when the silence broke—
the air, a breath
that barely woke me.
Your name lit up my phone,
but the meaning felt long gone.
I cried alone
to feel the sorrow,
a night too dark
to hold tomorrow.
The rain stood still,
in borrowed time,
each drop a pause
in my decline.
Soft, endless,
unheard—I spoke.
The truth was raw,
my voice near broke.
No comfort came,
no hand to hold.
Just aching hours
growing cold.
My tears weren’t rage.
They weren’t despair.
They were the proof
that no one cared.
You never came.
You never tried.
And I, in silence,
sat and cried—
until the ache
became my guide.
Until I no longer
needed
anyone
to say they tried.
Thoubert Larus
Recovery turns to reduction.
Curing a disorder of consumption through crumbs,
Staring at the dish before me,
An enemy of the state of my mind.
I fear I’ll turn back to a pantry for protection,
While taking microbites in front of peers.
My fear turns to fullness,
And I empty my being,
My soul,
My vitality
And flush it away.
My girlfriend's back,
I've really missed her.
And all the times,
I really kissed her.
So hot to trot,
I can't resist her.
Till I found out,
She was my sister.
Turn in the key, a journey awaits,
A new perspective awaits to be seen.
The wind calls for a change of pace,
A new flow for a fresh start in place.
The Lord is the one who defines,
Love and joy, with no boundaries in mind.
Defeat and trauma cannot stay,
The joy of the Lord will help lead the way.
Be strong and resilient, come what may,
With the Lord's blessings to light the way.
The joy of the Lord will be there to stay,
Throughout all our days.
Sometimes life may be simple
Especially after you recovered from
A certain sickness
Being bedded too long is dull
Sickness makes you suffer and worry
Sickness is a burden to everyone
You find many things not meaningful
You have to rest for a further journey
You have to regain energy on and off
Not to work for greeds and desires
The devils of your heart
A cup of coffee is wonderful
A chitchat is luxurious
A gathering is excellent
A prayer is heartening warm
A poem is a simple gift
Let's take a short break
To enjoy a simple and leisure day
Before it's too late
INSPIRED SUNSHINE
Sunshine and serenity, a piece of mind upon,
the wings of an eagle, above the great beyond,
far away from the pull, that tugged me to the ground,
and kept me from my family, and left no one around,
that cared about my presence, and used me for my kindness,
so I climbed upon an eagle, and Christ healed me from my blindness,
so I can steer this eagle, and stay closer to a higher power,
who stands by me through the struggle, and taught me not to be a follower,
and inspire grounded angels, and offer them a wing,
upon the greatest bird, an eagle while you sing,
firebird we all know, and wont back down you see,
the point I'm trying to make, is we all can be free,
from the death grip of addiction, that had us feeling tired,
now flying high and so proud, another angel is inspired.
time after it's gone
a stone after it is thrown
a moment after it's missed
be careful with words
once said they can't be erased
no matter how much you weep
Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab my glitches with talon weapon power
Wounds bouncing red announce danger
Jab at, stab, peck out infection, empty of pulse
Rip it, sniff the adrenalin, swallow all sorrow
Pluck eyeball delicate, until blank as dolls'
They blink thanks, hurt healer Hallowed
Wounds open have happiness follow
Latch onto my carcass, alight at cliff side guard
Reptilian talons take off, lift me limp and ripe
Black soil fall apart, fresh organs' harvest
Seasons redefined by your vital swipe
Wounds swept ride a wayward kite
Feather buffer bolstering capable chest convex
Adopts torment, swiftly rids it from intruder
Cleansed, amended by aves benevolence
Oblivious to doubt with bathed bruises
Tandem scourers never marooned
18th April
Empathy ate pain
It hurt so good,
that little edge of pleasure
you can only have when assorted with pain.
Just enough agony to make you feel alive
Just enough to keep you sane.
It hurt so good,
that I didn't even realized
there wasn't any pleasure,
Just and old addiction
to the same old pain.
Did Discover What God Would Recover
We did discover,
God will help us recover;
From hell over hoover.
Jim Horn
You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity,
Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew.
See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort.
Anxiety becomes your security and depression your delight, you fight to stay down because nothing else is right.
Nothing else is real.
But one day, you say 'enough' - I'm tougher than this and bliss is where I want to be.
Free and unafraid, justice will be paid as you stare darkness in the eyes and the lies in your head fall away.
You are more than what you have been told. You are bold and unashamed.
Once when darkness seemed the only escape
I felt right at home
Because I succumbed to the reality of the drug
I felt right at home
Although it became the norm deep down inside I knew it was wrong
I felt right at home
I embraced the sensation because it was so elusive
I felt right at home
Unequivocally I could not differentiate the true from the false
I felt right at home
Daddy why I have asked God from time to time because I did not feel right at home any longer
I was fed up with living a lie so to the drug I said Good Bye
No longer burning meaningful bridges
No longer being talked down from the cliff
No longer riding on a merry-go-round of confusion
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
Step 1 Step 2 Step 3 I am finally free
Lifting my eyes raising my hands stomping my feet
I am bruising the devil's head
I scanned the wide open sea
Thought about the past
Elated I screamed
Free at last
Free at last
Thank God Almighty I am free at last!
The rain taps on my roof, tapping thoughts to mind.
In this soggy gray filled day, still much to be grateful for.
I think about the rainbows I have previously seen.
One in the desert, across the dry sandy stretch of land.
Another from the top of a green mountain straight into a cloud, so grand.
I have captured photos of these stunning colorful sights.
To never forget the moments that were once there, to come back.
Like anything in life lost, to discover later, to recover again.
Heidi Sands
Fighting to recover is hard and difficult to overcome with disease in the blood stream that intrudes in the body brain cells that we the people struggle with
every day in every way life
WORD FOR TODAY: RECOVER
From the fall of great men and women, there is a lesson to UNCOVER
They were overwhelmed by challenges; they fell but didn’t RECOVER
Some were disappointed by friends; others were let down by LOVER
Truth is when we fail to let go of the past; ominous signs will HOVER
During one’s low moments, his innate skills, he must now DISCOVER
When you find your passion, stay focused; don’t let anyone SHOVER
© Wole Popoola 2016
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