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Recovery is often a time of reflection and self exploration. Some people learn things about themselves that they never expected in this very powerful process. In some cases writing really helps clarify your inner voice, and reading what other people have written can also be very inspirational. Below are some stories, poems, and essays written by recovery minded visitors to our website.....

 


"I AM METH"

(This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.)

Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...
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I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town

I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to ? just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.

You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always ? right by your side.

You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
 


 

I AM MISTER ALCOHOL

I am more powerful than the combined armies of the world

I have destroyed more men and women
Than all the wars of the nations;

I am more deadly than bullets,
And I have wrecked more homes
Than the mightiest of guns;

I am the worldís slyest thief
I steal millions of dollars each year

I spare no one, and I find my victims
Among the rich and poor alike, the young
And the old; the strong and the weak;
Widows, widowers and the orphans know me

I loom up to such proportions that I cast
My shadow over every field of labor;
I lurk in unseen places, and do most of my work silently

I am relentless; you are warned
Against me, but you heed not;

I am everywhere - in the home
On the street, in the factory,
In the office, and on the sea;

I bring sickness, degradation and death, and yet few seek to destroy me

I destroy and crush,
I give nothing and take all; I am your worst enemy.

I AM MISTER ALCOHOL.
 

 

Licensed Recovery Home
 


My Prayer for You
Jessica K

 

I sit here and feel, helpless inside, watching another loved one, slowly dying inside,

Unaware of the effects, of the white rocks that posses, and eat up your soul, just like the rest,

The rest of the people, that I held so dear, and I had to watch helpless, while my eyes filled with tears,

Watch them give in, time after time, watch them slowly changing, from those little white lines,

I sit here and wonder, why god, why, why must I watch, another friend tell lies,

To try to conceal, the addiction that feeds, on their pure loving soul, just like a disease,

It will turn them into someone, I wonít recognize, please god, please, please hear my cries,

I plead from my soul, with each tear that falls, please take the urge away from them, silence meths voice that calls,

Calls to them darkly, itís hard to ignore, but why in the hell, canít they say no any more?

I am so frustrated; there is nothing I can do, to make them understand, that what I am saying is true,

I have seen it too much, I have seen it annihilate, Iíve seen it take a loving heart, and turn it to hate,

I have felt the addiction, my own lips uttered the lies, to try to cover up, my hearts urgent cries,

Knowing that it will change you, itís killing me inside, I pray for you this morning, I feel a changing in the tide,

The Lord is watching over you, pulling at your soul, his voice is urging you to stop, listen, and let him take control,

Do not ignore him, he is guiding you today, his voice wonít be silenced, as I continue to pray,

Kill the demon inside, that possesses my friend; make him know I will help him, until the very end,

There is a battle that rages, inside his soul, itís between good and evil, let the light take control,

I call on an angel, to watch over you, no matter what your decisions, no matter what you do,

Know that God loves you, I love you too, I want you to win this fight, defeat just wonít do,

You have the strength inside, to have victory over speed, donít let it take control of you, donít give in to the need,

All you have to do is pray, instead of take a hit, God will give you what you need, to get through all of it,

Turn to him in times of trial, and when you are weak, He will surely strengthen you, let it be him you seek.

 

 


LOOK BEYOND

The hostage that could see no way out
No matter how much he would scream and shout
Locked away in a cell so deep
A cold steel door no sign of a key
His cries could not be heard by the world outside
As he longed for the day that he might die
In the depths of his cell I heard him cry
Why had God abandoned me
Why O why O why

His familyís helplessness pain and despair
Their fruitful tree but a memory
But in his dreams he might escape
If only they were reality
His Anger at the jailer that he could not see

A soft voice called to him from a big blue book
Your faith is the key to set you free
Trust in God
Have faith pass your hand through the wall
Abandon your fears & stand tall
Look beyond your mental capacity
Look beyond and set yourself free

That hostage was I
Alcohol was the cell that imprisoned me
I was that hostage the jailer too

My faith was the key that set me free

That soft voice came from God
I found him in a big blue book
I looked beyond insanity
God blessed me with his anonymity
Today I have my family today I am finally free

Chris M.


A ROOM
Inside my mind there is a room,
No doors or windows I can see.
Only screens showing my life,
Repetition of my lasting misery.

I try to escape every chance I get,
To leave the degradation behind.
Running can kill me, if done wrong,
My release must be the right kind.

As for substances that make me forget,
There is only a temporary effect.
Then back to reality and pain,
And again my thoughts start to collect.

Like piles of debris cluttering my mind,
They pollute my self worth and value.
I look to others to verify me,
When of themselves they donít have a clue.

So in this spiral of a questionable state,
I live with the past here and now.
A colloquia of thoughts decorate my room,
Preventing total surrender some how.

I know that someday Iíll understand,
And attain a true and complete release.
Until then Iíll remain overly aware,
And keep focused on complete peace.

Heidi P.


SECOND CONTRIBUTION

I found by doing a lot of soul searching that:
To LET GO doesnít mean to stop caring; it means I canít do it for someone else.
To LET GO is not to cut myself off; it is the realization that I cannot control another.
To LET GO is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To LET GO is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To LET GO is not to try to change or blame another. I can only change myself.
To LET GO is not to care for, but to care about.
To LET GO is not to fix, but to be supportive
To LET GO is not to judge, but allow another to be a human being.
To LET GO is not to be in the middle arranging outcomes, but to allow others to effect their own outcomes.
To LET GO is not to be protective; it is to permit another to face reality.
To LET GO is not to deny, but to accept.
To LET GO is not to nag, scold, or argue, but to search out my own shortcomings & correct them.
To LET GO is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and to cherish the moment.
To LET GO is not to criticize and regulate anyone, but to become what I dream I can be.
To LET GO is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

I am not on this earth to change others. I am here to change myself and grow the best I can in order to serve myself. Sometimes I slip and make something else my ďhigher powerĒ.
 


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