Poem
With this poem I was able to draw on my hazy recollection's of my addiction and of early recovery. Luckily for me things have changed immensely and I am grateful that they have. This was painfull to write but now I have the ability to draw on my experience and take the positive's from those experiences, the one's that I can remember anyway. As I long as I am learning there is always room for growth.
" Stained " by Matt donnelly
A whirlpool of thoughts
Twistedly put of phase
A tortured mind
There is no refrain
As dark as pitch
Gut wrenching in its stain
Soul in turmoil
There is so much shame
A storm of guilt
Clenching like a fist
Heart weeping tears
There is nothing left to gain
As cold as ice
Fiery in its ire
Mind. Body. Soul.
There is no one else to blame
" Stained " by Matt donnelly
A whirlpool of thoughts
Twistedly put of phase
A tortured mind
There is no refrain
As dark as pitch
Gut wrenching in its stain
Soul in turmoil
There is so much shame
A storm of guilt
Clenching like a fist
Heart weeping tears
There is nothing left to gain
As cold as ice
Fiery in its ire
Mind. Body. Soul.
There is no one else to blame