My love, My words escape me, like elusive phantoms slipping through trembling fingers. The sickness has come for me again,…
Browsing: sober poem
My mind is a vortex, but I am not my mind. Poetry is a desperate expression trying to meet its…
My mental health journey is like doing a boardslide all the way around the Warehouse in Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater…
What if all the horrible things we do to ourselves In our minds and in our hearts Are to keep…
It seems that in its search for eternal balance, my brain has decided that for every time I feel good,…
Sometimes I wish I could die at my desk. I could silently slide into the bliss of never having to…
A poem written to King Alcohol. In it, I remind myself that I am worthy of a sober life. Enjoy.…
I never had a father, Just a sperm donor Who acted like a father So that society would feed his…
One day I awoke and told myself I was sad. Thus, my childhood died. I remember smiles; laughter from the…
I fear my subconscious is a predator. I fear it knows all of my weaknesses and manipulates me into hating…
This is the space for stories of sobriety journeys. After removing drugs and alcohol, many addicts discover new talents, abilities and forms of self-expression.