This House
In this house I’m 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; I’m 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...……………………………. 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...