Relapse Poems - Poems about Relapse

there is beauty in falling in love like soft spring the sun blazing in all its bright glory but not too harshly the clouds adrift - patchy enough to let the light seep through the trees create a wonderful view even the flowers bloom differently and when the fall comes the leaves leaving their branches almost flowing through the wind to end up on...

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They say you can change Overnight With a snap of your fingers I’d be lying if I said I believed that They said your emotions Can rise and fall like you’re in a non-stop Roller coaster The doctors tell some of us to take pills to feel human Yet I’d relapse faster than Feel any change at all There’s a constant war and struggle In...

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And I'm starting to remember What I'm trying to forget My sober state of mind Is giving me a fit Demons in my head I can't take a More I think about it The mader i get My demons win again It's time to take a hit Who am I kidding I'm so inadequate I'm Just a drug addict I can never quit Put...

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I live my life sober and clean but once was called a bean I started with promise and hope then found myself drowning in dope I smoked a dart from a pack I found that led me to joint just to be sound I made friends with a bottle I bought only to find them gone after we fought...

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worry, worry curse, worse hurry, hurry rant,...

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Once crashed the waves in tempest’s storm, and blew the wind as sails were torn. Once drove the rain against frozen skin as darkness took the vessel in. Once void of any hope at all, trapped deep inside the prison’s wall, beneath the crushing weight of lead but faintest light shown from ahead. Then in a moment, skies were clear and ocean’s calm dispelled...

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Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt A thoughtless mind in lasting drought Dried up thoughts = washed up habits Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits Peaking like a vicious storm crashing ashore Spreading like a wind-blown poisonous spore Quick to arrive and leave like molasses An IV drip through jade-colored glasses Finally absent with absconded talent An effort must...

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A quake took place between my shoulder blades teeth ground to dust behind my face the scraping of tectonic plates scared me to my hiding place bottles and blankets, a child’s space it cannot withstand the shakes that are now all too commonplace....

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Soon as you think you have it all together A gust of wind knocks down the house of cards I thought I was starting to get the hang of me but now I don't know which hand I'm playing Holding a full hand only to get straight flushed down the toilet The tissue is gone because I've been crying...

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It’s satisfying Red drops spilling onto white tile Ruining the beautiful innocence of happiness I once had, stains on the pristine floor of an expensive bathroom in an expensive house It’s satisfying because it’s damage I did to myself Because I’m supposed to be expensive too, perfect, crystal clean white But this time the red isn’t from ink marking...

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I knew one day you would pull me back Without you by my side it's hard to get on a good path You pull me out of the darkness, while the other object would put me in a blood bath You heal the trauma and heartache by giving me a healthy relapse I've had my pen staring at...

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when we could collapse what we had was a relapse filled would be the gaps things had been a drag did have to apply a tag we would brag and brag...

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~one step forward, two steps back; once sober, again drinks funny water~ Date written: 08/29/2022...

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Across the millennia, discussing the lapse: infra or sub or supra, perhaps? A logical ordering somewhat rehearsed… Did God have to wait or work it out first? Is He sin’s author? His decree permissive? Certainly don’t mean to be dismissive… A no to the first, the next, some degree, 'tis mostly man’s pride declaring self free. These sequenced events would seem ‘gainst His nature; He knew and it was in my nomenclature. ---------- H/T To Maurice...

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There are so many pieces That make up my story. What is recovery? Can I recover my sobriety? Save me from myself, I'm slipping up, slowly sliding down the slippery slope. Spiraling the drain, as the snakes lure me, Let's see how much I have let go. On the verge of Lost progress, I relapse on repeat, like a record, Broken Stuck on the same sound. Save me from...

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