The Tree Needs Hope, Not Dope
A poem written by a person in recovery about the Tree of Hope.
Time
Time waits for no one And all we do is wait for it Sitting and craving for the next minute, hour When it gets here, it is not enough --...
This House
In this house Iām allowed to be me In this house my recovery can be In this house I learn to face my struggles In this house nobody can...
There is Hope
Dear God, Here I am again, abusing my body; Iām exhausted, broken, counting the minutes in each hour at 3 a.m., wishing I had a different...
Undercover, Recover
Watching the last drop fall from what makes me fall Stumbling, mumbling, rumbling over doubts that takes me away from reality The last...
Is it time?
Time is ticking...ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦. Should I live or should I die, The only hope is to call Avery Road to stay alive, The many problems I had,...
Journey of my life
Poetry about recovery
Willingness
I think you're mine but in reality I'm yours I belong to you. I'm a servant and you are my king. I'll give up my pride, morals and...
The Burden
For now I'll just escape Until I gain enough strength I'll leave it to fate I just hope that I can overcome One day feel again, be free...
The True Pimpas Paradise
They'll ask what happened to that girl O she? she ain't shit you see, and she'll never be. She fucked up her life Never became a wife...
