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Little Sister
Little sister - you're so lost.
Little sister - what'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 men
Who 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, 2005
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This is a poem that I wrote about my daughter.
I don't like who you've become
Even little things make you come undone,
First you are happy
Then you are sad
And then you just start getting mad.
I don't like who you've become
This drug you're on makes you numb.
You push away your family,
You cast your friends aside
Not to mention your own life is passing you by.
I don't like who you've become
It brings tears to my eyes
To see what this drug has done,
To my beautiful daughter
Who was once loving and fun.
MH, Canby, Oregon, USA,
Jun 08, 2004
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What Drugs did to Me
For 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, 2005
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The Hole
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in, again.
I can't believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in.....it's a habit....but,
My eyes are open, I know where I am.
It IS my fault.
I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
by...
Portia Nelson
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Recovering
As 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 before
that those days are behind me
I'm not hers anymore.
Sometimes the images
creep in to my head
of the smoke swirling and whirling
as I looked almost dead.
A shiver slips
and crawls up my spine
I again reassure myself
that this life is mine.
It surprises me to see
that I've done so well
I almost don't believe
I've escaped that living hell.
She had a grip on me
like nothing ever has before
She burrowed in to my brain
so that I could think no more.
Now I am my own,
steering my own way
Turning to God, not her
to be sure not to stray.
I don't have to be weak,
I don't have to give in
She is powerless to me
No longer will she win.
C.J. Bryson City, North Carolina,
Oct 07, 2004
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T'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 before
And 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 began
On 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 fear
Were 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 perspective
And 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 me
Focused 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 harm
And 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 brain
No 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 above
Deeper serenity and a greater self love.
My time now has come to say my final good-bye
One Day At A Time, I no longer live high!
Anonymous
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Forgive 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. THS
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STUCK
I 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
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TAKE CONTROL
You 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 follow
TAKE CONTROL... IT'S YOUR LIFE - YOU MAKE OF WHAT'S TOMORROW!
kerri-lynn
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