My Vision Boards (Part 2)

Creativity has always been a passion of mine. Every time I go to rehab, my greatest inspiration to move forward comes from the random art projects we create. I always feel kind of awkward when I create projects in rehab because nobody gets into it like I do.

Play the 8 Track (Poem)

All hopeful recovering alcoholics beware the wiles of summer are almost here Sunny days and starlit nights Aromatic breezes and charismatic sights

Three Months Sober (Journal Entry)

I’ve been in rehab for almost three months now (sober since Jan 1) and I feel like I could really make the sobriety thing stick this time. The groups have helped to sort out some of my issues. I don’t feel all the hate, shame and resentment anymore. My recovery coach has been a real […]

Reality Check (Poem)

They hide behind curtains
Rehearsing lines as though their minds can’t comprehend
Their reality

The Crying Room (Poem)

There is no crying at the big kid table If you wanna act like a weeny whiny woo
You can go to the crying room

Step One: The Maze Runner (Twelve Steps)

Truth is often subjectively objective. As oxymoronic as it may seem, reaching the full realization of one’s own truth is like gathering a harvest from the outcroppings of a maze full of twisted turns, entangled snares, and exhaustive dead ends. The outer appearance of such a maze may seem resilient and full of potential. As the maze begins wither, regardless of the amount of care it receives, onlookers may frown upon its appearance, scoff the caretaker, and write off the maze as a lost cause.

Low Bottom Drunk (Poem)

I’m a low bottom
I got no bottom
I keep tumbling down to find more bottoms
But for the grace of God
Don’t mean piss to me
I’ll take a piss on your steps
Act like it wasn’t me

Acting like a Newborn (Poem)

It’s not hard to see
Why I can’t get my way
Why my pleas end in silence
Why my words spawn disgrace
My whole world is a maze
When I’m acting like a newborn

I Don’t Pray (Twelve Steps)

I don’t pray
I believe in God
I believe the spirit speaks through us
I believe in the secret way
But I don’t pray

Acceptance (Twelve Steps)

Perception can excruciate your best of days and rectify your worst. When your spirit is dry as kindling, any flicker of a spark can blow up your life and send you fleeing from the house you filled with tumbleweeds and briars.