Recovery Poems - Poems about Recovery

Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out. Help Me! I can't breathe! I can't catch my breath! I'm gonna die! Luckily a friend close by, gently caught my arm and said: Calm Down! Calm Down! You're panicking! It's not the in, It's the out! You're brimming breathless! You've forgotten to breathe out, desperately clutching on, to what you have. You're holding on, too...

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Messengers Of Hope Our messengers of hope are leaders in the field, hardcore and always at the ready. Our messengers of hope are here countable no matter their cause. Our messengers of hope carry out orders without fail. Our messengers of hope deliver support, like timely reinforcements they deliver! Like the sun they shine bright even, when rain showers breath...

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Inside a chrysalis, a pupa clad in logs, was a home in which to spell and dwell, for my transformation. I slept undressed, surrendered to my fate, as my grubby caterpillar form, dissolved under the doona down covers, with me cocooned inside, a shell within a shell. Too brittle to face the elements, without any camouflage, I sought refuge in...

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Standing on a crag Frozen against the storm Wrap another layer on Rain biting through me Throwing coins to the waves Trading hope for affection Thunder without lightning Blind on wet rocks You pull up alongside me Drawing back the clouds Peeling off the wet layers Baring my skin to the Sun Taking me below decks Holding me while I shiver Safe and warm in your embrace Melting into...

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Bruised and battered, I still remain. Each scar a tale of silent pain. Two years of hell, I walked alone, A fractured heart, a broken bone. They never saw, they never knew, The storms I fought, the nights I blew. Yet from the rubble, I now arise, A...

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Candle glow at midnight, The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines. But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow; It flickers as I- Well, I, I cherish my existence once more As another circle starts to grow... My foot taps to the...

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It's time Your Chase Your dreams like that job with no bag in your hand Or Like You was chasing that man For a relationship And all he was doing wit you was playing Never Claiming you were his just a chick To be honest you wasn't even his side dish Lacking love and only wanting your attention But never...

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Tension starts to fade, A soft breath escapes at last, Calm begins to bloom. ©bfa050125 ...

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**"To Have Me or Have Not"** A thought just crossed my mind—a problem that has never been resolved. A bitter taste, a bitter cold; I don’t feel any remorse. It’s a path I’ve taken, a road I’ve traveled, with a toll that wasn’t paid. Unsettled thoughts remain, accompanied by cries of unspent tears. I left, but...

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The subtle thread which mends a laceration is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind disreconciled horizons, disentwined by words sharper than the knives of damnation. Then, even once that painful separation is closed, there’s still so much left to attend to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend echoes saddled with righteous indignation. A stitch is but the means of tying tight the gasping...

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We were worn from war, emptied and exhausted, with morose winter of psyche, it took courage in calling, crossing the dusky abyss. We heard their collective caring voices, their calming connecting reassurance. They give their time just for us, it is now the morning of our risings. ~...

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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. ...

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Admist the twilight, she dares to creep, Her scars tell silent stories, buried deep, Each line, a testament, a thread of her past, Woven with resilience, they hold her steadfast. They’re not marks of weakness, but pathways of grace, A roadmap of heartaches, each curve has its place, In the magnificence...

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We are the innocent ones who were verbally and physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak. The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds leaving us in an internal pool of blood. We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom wrongly believed they were somehow above us. There were so many...

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