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Little Sisteryou're so lost.Little sisterwhat's the cost?Sadness from the ones you loved.Sadness from the love above.I have watched it happen slow.I never knew how far you'd go.I tried to fight this tooth and nail.I really thought I would not fail.I'd say the words to touch your heart.I'd make sure you'd never start.I'd save you from our parents' curse.I'd save you from that long black hearse.You surround yourself with evil menWho keep you in their lion's den.I can't find you where you hide.You're so tangled up inside.I have to wait and pray for you,you're my little sister- I love you.Allison, Walnut Creek, California, Jan 29, 2005T'was the Night Before Rehab.T'was the night before rehab and all through my brain,Danced so many creatures like fear, hope and pain.To the top of the mountain, a place called "the farm."My training began-despite my alarm,My guard was up as I'd done this beforeAnd I prayed it would leave when I entered the door."Have a treatment experience" J.D. had said.It was then I realized, I still had some dread.But my nerves settled down and my work than beganOn the numerous tasks found in my treatment plan.One of my first tasks was relating my story,Which then quickly led to a self inventory.Anger, resentment, selfishness and fearWere a few of my defects that appeared crystal clear.Manipulation, pride, impatience and lust,Intolerance, dishonesty---Change was a MUST!I listed my assets to gain perspectiveAnd realized once more, I was not all defective.Honesty, openness, the ability to care.Self acceptance, commitment and hope-not despair.Patience and tolerance, the willingness to grow.An attitude of gratitude began now to show.Confronted with more insight, to now greater depths,I knew it was the right time to re-work The Steps.Powerless-unmanageable the nature of meFocused my thoughts back on step 2 and 3.Inventory, confession, readiness and prayer.Tackled my short comings and lessened their glare.Made amends to my family, to whom I'd done harmAnd a daily spot check..it worked like a charm.Now I prayed for the knowledge of God's will for me,As I completely surrendered and then was set free.T'was the night before discharge and all through my brainNo longer danced feelings like fear, dread and pain.I was leaving the mountain, a place called "the farm"An as I was told..it had done me no harm.Some changes occurred as the result of my stay.The first one that stands out was my action of play.More faith and more trust, a stronger program to live,More ability to take and not just to give.Courage, humility....gifts from God aboveDeeper serenity and a greater self love.My time now has come to say my final good-byeOne Day At A Time, I no longer live high!AnonymousForgive Me...I saw someone today, and he reminded me of you.His hair was longer, his body thin... Yet, when I looked at him.You came into my mind.I began to wonder, Whatever happened to you?Where did you go? How did we drift so far apart?This man in front of me. How sweet and innocent he looked.But then, I noticed his eyes. His vacant stare.I went cold, I felt numb, yet I began to cry.Why didn't I know before? What could I have done?How could you have died, And I never even knew? Forgive Me. THSThis is a poem that I wrote about my daughter.I don't like who you've becomeEven little things make you come undone,First you are happyThen you are sadAnd then you just start getting mad.I don't like who you've becomeThis drug you're on makes you numb.You push away your family,You cast your friends asideNot to mention your own life is passing you by.I don't like who you've becomeIt brings tears to my eyesTo see what this drug has done,To my beautiful daughterWho was once loving and fun.MH, Canby, Oregon, USA, Jun 08, 2004STUCKI feel so far down, I'm stuck in a hole.I feel my soul lifting higher and higher...I leave all my painful memories and regrets down in the hole.I turn around and start to walk away, as I glance down in that hole,I shiver and am thankful for my new soul.LEX |
What Drugs did to MeFor several years, I was a pretty confused person.I got high for happiness and became unhappy.I got high for joy and became miserable.I got high to be out going and became self-centered.I got high for sociability and became argumentative and lonely.I got high for sophistication and became crude and obnoxious.I got high for friendship and made enemies.I got high to soften sorrow and wallowed in self-pity.I got high for sleep and awaken without rest.I got high for strength and felt weak.I got high medicinally and got sick.I got high because I thought my job called for it.You see I sold drugs, I lost my job and went to jail.I got high for relaxation and got the shakes.I got high for confidence and became uncertain.I got high for courage and became afraid.I got high for assurance and became doubtful.I got high to stimulate thought and blacked out.I got high to make conversation and couldn't remember what I said.I got high to feel heavenly and came to know hell.I got high for power and became powerless.I got high because I thought I had the right and everything turned out wrong.I got high to cope with life and almost died.I wrote this 8 or 9 m in to my recovery.I am now I'm into my second year and still going strong.Corry G. Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, Jan 18, 2005Wife of a UserHere so down on life. Single, free and closed up tight. Cold hearted to the male gender. Hiding feeling in the night. Oh, so complex, simple it could be. Unlocked the door containing thee. A beam of light sneaking in. Stop this, can’t let you win. Hurt once, don’t take the chance. Turn run away, feeling say no. Stay, laugh, smile, dreams blossom. Arm in arm we will grow. Making the choice to be Wed. To the one who changed it all. Hard times, Good times, Love is there. Together a family, now standing tall. Dreams growing larger. Children with all the wants. Trying to keep it together. While one has closed off. Fighting to get in. Seems to be pointless. Feelings flowing, words talking. Ears listening but no answers. Darkness set in, Why asked. The day-to-day routine. No spontaneous roads, laughter gone. Still fighting to not be alone. Eyes suddenly opened. Secrets revealed. Betrayed by the unknown. Adultery, playing the field. If would have taken notice. Would have seen. Long before the telephone ring. The facts not hidden from thee. Now the end with a new Beginning. Starting over and not trusting. Had it all, Love, Trust, and Thee. Same time not wanting to prove anything. The truth presented in black and white. Denial of it all, continuously. Choice made, Let go and erase. New beginning starts out hard. With trust betrayed. True sincerity. must be proven. But not today. Marriage is united as one. Too easy to walk away. Too hard to forget, chose to forgive. Marriage to death do us part. Changing, Changing, Eyes wide open. Waiting, Waiting, Alone as always. Sleeping, Sleeping, Thoughts spinning. What the hell is going on. Now Darkness has taken the other. No feelings, No thoughts, No cares. The darkness is deeper, than deep. The darkness is DEATH. Death, do us part. Poof. Family hurting and now gone. Little message you see.. Open your eyes – Crank has won! You were never in control from day one. For whatever reason this has begun. You need to realize you have lost. Lost everything that has ever had meanings in your heart. Do and continue to die. This is the choice you have chosen. So before that day comes. The day that you will take your last breathe. I want you to know you are loved. Unconditional. You fought so very hard to win my heart. In winning by heart you have also ripped it apart. You gave me everything in the world. And now you have taken everything away. Hoping that you can see before it is too late. Stop and make the choice that will make things right. StrongLove TAKE CONTROLYou left to make a change, but found that it's the same,so you turned yourself around, and back again you came.What do you do now, now that you are here.Back on that same road, I'm disappointed dear.At times I know its hard, to keep yourself on track,when discipline and will power, are two things that you lack.The problem that you have, will never go away,you have to learn to take control, cause that problem is here to stay.Just keep in mind your Dreams and watch the path you followTAKE CONTROL... IT'S YOUR LIFE - YOU MAKE OF WHAT'S TOMORROW!kerri-lynnRecoveringAs I walk down this road,this new road I have taken,I glance back over my shoulder,perhaps I am mistaken.Yet I see once again,as I've doubted beforethat those days are behind meI'm not hers anymore.Sometimes the imagescreep in to my headof the smoke swirling and whirlingas I looked almost dead.A shiver slipsand crawls up my spineI again reassure myselfthat this life is mine.It surprises me to seethat I've done so wellI almost don't believeI've escaped that living hell.She had a grip on melike nothing ever has beforeShe burrowed in to my brainso that I could think no more.Now I am my own,steering my own wayTurning to God, not herto be sure not to stray.I don't have to be weak,I don't have to give inShe is powerless to meNo longer will she win.C.J. Bryson City, North Carolina, Oct 07, 2004 |
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