Her thoughts in tail spin
people don't understand that
mental illness sucks
One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
**(Recovering Hope***
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your Death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till death
Some do overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
7/26/2024
Poem 2
smoldering fire pit
recovering from last night
like two drunken men
Twenty-four hours ago,
the wind ran across the lake searching for a place to land.
Some shingles followed, torn from their topless roots.
This morning there is some abuse,
feathers fly on their own,
the mallards are whispering in the huddled reeds,
however, daylight stubbles upright
into a high-rising sky.
The television is predicting clear sight soon.
The radio coughs, and stutters, its talk
flutters from a loose tongue.
Behind closed doors
we gather wool from clouded minds.
Ropes of rain tangle the already tangled,
yet the air is not short of fresh breath,
it recovers
in the untrammeled stems of the living.
Tawny is the hair upon the slim vixen's back,
it is as sleek as ever; she goes to the water,
to sip the last few drops of a homeless storm
long past.
After a brief illness, some dry toast
and the turgid sloshing of rehashed thoughts.
Slowly the former becomes the new now.
I bathe in new invigorating light.
This is how we recreate our world;
with carefully paced electro-chemical reactions,
brittle notions are chewed soft like moccasins
until they fit new feet and legs.
This is how we create a life
no sudden catharsis or evolution,
just one thought hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected,
something that resembles
the bones of a recently absented God.
My abduction is near.
But there is nothing left inside me to cure!
Before I even have time to be willing-
They take my brain for a drilling.
And then free me into my doom.
They let me live in the wilderness, where there is plenty of room.
I will circle the trees, as if to find my way home.
I will try to recover, with a skull full of stones.
Having been smitten
with cancer
and with spinal troubles
I take my recovery
quite
seriously
I feel the power of the "chi"
in the depths of my being
No longer do I
despair
I march into
the future with
my head held high
Hope at my right hand
persistence at my left hand
Surely - "the best is yet to come"
I am reaching out with verse
to poetrysoup readers
Hoping all of you are healthy and
happy
Life can throw one
some curveballs
but in the end
It is all worthwhile
As rain comes down
on my city tonight
I pick up a pen and
write this ode
in the hope it will encourage readers
to take joy when they can
A soldier we have fighting for us,
his time is done, his recovery is a must.
Where does he go, who does he turn to,
questions he should not ask, it's up to me and you.
Did he not protect us, give his all,
it's time for him to receive an American call.
The soldiers put their lives on the line,
should not the government give them their time?
Peace is what this soldier seeks
make him glow from cheek to cheek.
Give this man many a shoulder,
for he is, "A Recovering Soldier."
Outgunned by life,you escape
to epipheny. The inner-
voice had betrayed. Are you
ready to meet the believer ?
Sad ending of mithridatism-
in the wake of realization.
The growing clout of pink petals
was overwhelming the dust.
The leaf body mimics the
rocks. From the rear ocean
a wailing picks up the blackberries.
I was ready for the final assault.
Predawn blitzkrieg begins.
You start picking the apples from
the green eyes. The truth-
was never so near to moon.
Satish Verma
Looking for meaning
Too many meaningless things
Our lives are cluttered
We must work towards uplifting
Together we will achieve
Heartache
Caused by you
Misunderstood
Learning to walk away
Freedom
Laughter
Caused by him
Loved and cherished
Learning to trust again
Hopeful
Eileen Manassian Ghali
HELLO POETS .. RON HERE FOR SWEETHEARTTHANK YOU ALL FOR PRAYERS AND CONCERN FOR LINDA-MARIE.
SHE IS RECOVERING BUT STILL HOSPITLIZED ANOTHER WEEK.
MY WIFE IS SEVERLY DEHYDRATED CAUSING HER BLOOD PRESSURE TO DROP
TO DANGEROUS LEVELS FOR SURVIVAL.
SHE IS ON AN I.V. FOR FLUIDS AND MONITORED CLOSELY.
SHE WANTED ME TO BE SURE TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRAYERS POETS.
THE ENTIRE FAMILY BELIEVES IN PRAYER POWER AND WE SEE RESULTS.
MY WIFE IS COMPOSING A SPECIAL POEM FROM HER BED TO SEND TO
THE VICTIMS OF SANDY HOOK SCHOOL TRAGEDY .
WHEN SHE IS ABLE TO RETURN TO PS SHE WILL POST AND SHARE WITH YOU.
WE ALL APPRECIATE THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. SHE MISSES EVERYONE OF YOU.
IT WILL BE A LONG TIME TO RECOVER AND BUILD UP HER NUTRITION.
HER ADVICE FOR ALL WHO MADE A RESOLUTION TO LOSE WEIGHT
TO BE HEALTHY FOR NEW YEAR.......
BE CAREFUL AND NOT TOO RIGID. SHE DROPPED TO 90 POUNDS
WITH DIET AND CALORIES AND IT GOT HER IN A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION.
WE aRE SO FORTUNATE WE DID NOT LOSE HER AS IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY.
GOD BLESS ALL FROM US SO THANKFUL
RON
Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet
I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual
who is proud
an outcast
who use to be teased
a christian
who use to have no faith
a wiccan
who worships the earth
an 'inside-out Oreo'
who has country roots
a thrasher
who's at home in the mosh pit
a run away
who never ran far
a liar sometimes
so that i wouldn't starve
a drinker
only every now and then
a smoker
who finds it relieves stress
a patient
in my own mind
a stranger
in this home of mine
a hurter
who found much pain inside herself
a pill popper
who stopped before she checked out
a cutter
who has a hard time
a nightmare
if you catch me a the wrong time
a lover
who sometimes fights
a tree huger
who stands up for her rights
an activist
who argues a lot
a person
who use to smoke pot
a recovering addict
to all that i use to do
and i liar
when i say my home isn't broken to you
I guess there is no more hurt in me.
i moved on.
this is the new me.
i can't look at man the same.
thank you for this good change.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
yes i walk alone.
im happy cause the pain is gone.
there is a new beginning.
all that was the past is now the ending.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
no more tears falling.
no more lies.
me i made change.
i now realize.
no one walk beside me.
alone is just me.
im where i need to be.
only me had the strength to recover me.
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