Quotes and Poetry on recovery

Poets

The thing about poets
Is that at some point
They run out of sorrows to tell

Some poets dread this day
Make up stories to force it back

I desperately look to that day
Dreaming of the day

Somtimes for months I don't write
Years somtimes

It's better that way
I don't want the sorrows
The pain
The stories I tell

I want them to never have happened
To never see the light of day
But bottling things up
Well that leads to explosion

So I write my poems
My little stories
I go on with my day
And someday
I won't need to write anymore
©mighty_are_the_fallen

mighty_are_the_fallen 3d

#depression #recovery #suicide #sadness #love #healing

Someone

I remember now,
Things that I told you.

I told you things to keep you here,
To keep you near.

You still left

You tried to teach me,
I learned some of it on my own,
Someone has tought me more.

I keep reflecting,
Holding onto scraps of memories.

Someone makes it easier.

I hope I was your someone back then,
I hope I made you happy,
Like my someone does.

Even if it hurts now,
Not quite knowing,
Knowing how it all ended,
Just that you're gone.

I hope I made it better.
©mighty_are_the_fallen

mighty_are_the_fallen 3d

#memoryloss #memory #depression #ptsd #stress #suicidal #love #hope #recovery #mentalhealth

And Still I Remember

In the phases of my memory
I forget things that are dear

But something has changed
Somthing still lingers

Even gone from her
My heart aches
A feeling I lost long ago

A dull feeling
Of somthing missing

My heart won't forget her
Will not let me rest

When I'm gone from her
Something remembers

Somthing distant
But very insistent
Bringing tears to my eyes
Cries to my lips
Pangs to my chest

I remember her

I lost everything
Forgot everything
Able to give up anything

Yet she still lingers somewhere
Deep inside she made a spot

Parts of myself closed off
Slowly open

And still I remember her

Grasping desperately to this strand
This single feeling
Until I see her again
And everything restarts

Every day with her is like a new one
The longer she's with me
The stronger my memories

I feel so happy
I thing I truly lost
And she has returned

For this gift
I love her dearly
Forever I will holder her
Even if she no longer holds me
©mighty_are_the_fallen

mighty_are_the_fallen 3d

#depression #recovery #abuse #neglect #abandonment #sadness #suicide

Behind Doors

Behind closed doors,
Things are always said,
Things that ache,
Fester into the wood.

Creaky floorboards,
Moaning out from all the things,
All they've heard.

Leaky roofs weep,
Crying from your words,
Decaying this old home.

We always say the cruellest of things,
Things that fester,
Things that ache.

Until it's our homes,
We'll never wake,
We'll never hear the weeping,
The crying.

Open your windows and let heal,
All the things you ever heard.
©mighty_are_the_fallen

in_fragments 5d

"Meet me out in our childhood ruins.
We can excavate the home we grew up in;
kick up energy, history, dust and old spirits,
the secrets under our stunted skin-
we'll seek them and learn to live again,
we'll retrieve all we've forgotten-
memories resting in washed up coffins
start convulsing within their margins,
their roaring, unreachable engines
starting up after years in the dark;
they startle you and shake your heart,
but you must not let it freeze over again,
you must not let the amnesia win.
I promise you, my dear, if you follow me,
closer to yourself than you ever could be-
you will find what you so desperately seek,
if you're brave enough to let it in;
your weary brain can finally begin
releasing all the horror it's seen.

Are you prepared to fight for your life?
Ready to remember what you lost?"
©in_fragments

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What if it's just never coming back?
#pod #poem #trauma #mentalhealth #mentalillness #recovery #therapy #memories @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

Meet Me in the Ruins

Ready to remember what you lost?
©in_fragments

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lovenotes_from_carolyn Very well crafted!
in_fragments @lovenotes_from_carolyn Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it
lovenotes_from_carolyn Very welcome.

msoffia 2w

#writersnetwork #mirakee #depression #recovery #healing #poem #anxiety #women

Because I still remember their cold hands
Probing here and there looking for a burned bridge
Touching my body like I was a museum to explore
The traumatic experience of showing my photographs in front of the judges
Watching them being stared by people
That was it, an art of ripped dignity
A destroyed woman by a man's violence

m.s

branchjones 3w

@writersnetwork @reneewolfcrowdenunez #pod
#recovery

Solid Ground

Go tell God that I'm alone
That I'm desperate to be found
I've come so far from home
12 steps from solid ground

I'll admit it, yes I'm weak
A higher power is what I seek
Put my will into his hands
I'll make a searching fearless plan
I do swear that I am wrong
Please take my defects and my flaws
Humble is what I've become
Just 7 steps are walked and done
So here's a list of those I've harmed
I ask forgiveness from the heart
I'm never done along this journey
Not until I'm dead and buried
Constant prayer and meditation
Are the keys to my salvation
Now let me help to guide YOU home
For in my spirit God's awakened

12 steps from where I was
The ground here is not as shaken
Never far from where I was
But 12 steps is what I've taken
©branchjones

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branchjones @snickers certainly
reneewolfcrowdenunez Brilliant, i LOVE love LOVE love it!! I personally have not found the one i wanted to show you yet, the only ones I've found so far are "using"and trying sooo hard to get clean poems whew that took me BACK buuut i know where they are I'm just healing from surgery and have about 100 staples I don't want to rip, digging in old boxes lol but soon promise AND I think i did one on depression( in a fairytale style) that I'm posting today, I'll let you know!! because every one of the poems I can write now, is BECAUSE of my sobriety!! this poem is a blessing, you should lead a meeting and let this be your share, it would be a grrreat preface for the newcomers who are facing 12 hard steps forward!! blessings!! Your friend, Renee
branchjones @reneewolfcrowdenunez thank you and hope you get better soon
joybirdpoetry Good work kiddo. Hang in there you've got this! You are very talented keep writing. I hope you have family supporting you.
branchjones Thank you for the support @joybirdpoetry

in_fragments 3w

"An artist I am not,
a genius I will never be.
I will never write a masterpiece,
my works will not outlive me.
I am not scholarly, or even smart,
technical, perfectly syntactical
or easily digestible.
I will not become the next Great Poet.
I do not write to do that.

I do not write to fall into the good graces
of humanity.

I do not write to be revered or praised.

I write to make sense of myself,
to reconcile with my fractured existence,
to accept the ones I share my mind with;
I write to open myself up to them,
to stop hiding away from them. They all
have their stories to tell, their barriers
to collapse in time;
mine are merely the hands
that string their ideas together,
the lungs through which their opinions pass,
the host head that urges them
to make their voices heard.
The writing is a vehicle, not for fame or love
or endless glory. It is a conduit
for selfish understanding,
a path to find alliance and inner harmony.
The poetry forces me to see everything,
and reminds me that it's all real.

I do not write to gain attention,
I grew up learning not to need it;
it is time to give the attention
that I should've recieved as a child
to all the different fragments of me
that now exist because of that negligence.

I write because we will all die if I don't.
But we are not writers,
we are not artists. We are a broken,
bloodied body, crawling on our knees
through fire and glass, and each word
written down is a step further out,
away from the flame
and shattered sharpness and pain,
out of toxic cul-de-sacs
and into safety for the very first time;
until then pen and paper
are my only respite from a heavy,
sorrowful life.

I am fated to walk along this path
of combustible glass 'til my last breath;
but I am thankful for the words
that allow me to give it all meaning-
writing forever, in spite of the afflictive
and senselessness truth,
that in reality I am Nothing,
an artist I am not,
and a genius I will never be."
©in_fragments

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When pain and suffering is endless, it is up to me to make meaning from it so I don't have to kill myself to escape. I write to keep myself alive.
#pod #poem #writing #ideas #life #love #death #mentalhealth #recovery @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

Pen and Paper, Glass and Flame

An artist I am not,
a genius I will never be.

I write because we will all die if I don't.
©in_fragments

rifaan 3w

#broken #hope #addiction #recovery #deppression #anxiety

Never again

I let her in my heart, for she was like priceless art.
But never again, cause she ripped me apart.
Left with my broken self, I got up wanting to start.
But never again, cause she pushed me back down.
Falling for was never planned, stalling my feelings for as long as I can.
Snowballing my emotions inevitably crashed, crawling out was like cleaning a mega shit stain.
You feel her soft breeze right under her shade,
But never again, she's got piercing words coming from that innocent face. For she has a temper of a hurricane.
I let her in with so much hope. Being my rope she let go, at the end of which she gave up hope.
Never am I ever getting on that page.
Never am I ever getting shackled with those very chains.
©rifaan
#wordporn #writersnetwork #depression #selflove #poem #poetry

pyro_sagen 3w

#recovery #poetry #thoughts #abuse #healing

Bare

Not loving you set me loose
I can smile again
My teeth remain behind my lips
No longer bared in fear

I may not love you
But I can still love our memories
Dancing in the streets
Faces painted with robotic parts

I wish then I'd known
I wish then I'd run away
But now I will dance in the dark on my own
My teeth bared in the pleasure of the night

My feet bare on the pavement
My blood fresh from the kill
The slain rements of my broken spirit
Have found eachother again

I can bear it all now
Show the dark what you've done
And we will laugh at it
Because I have torn myself from your maw
©pyro_sagen

aurorahunter 3w

#love #solitude #loneliness #depression #poetry #recovery

Broken

I remember, myself thinking
Again and again

That I am beyond any repair
That my color is monochrome despair

That I am unlovable
That death is my friend and salvation

When "Life" became my purgatory
I started Painting

The grim picture of the void
Thoughtless and so weightless

Once I saw that tiny ray of light
Through the slit of my vein

I saw the color crimson red,
Reminding me of the horizon

Then a trillion colors came pushing,
And kicking every inch in my sanctuary

Changing my picture and me
Leaving me in wonder

©aurorahunter

wanowak 5w

#betrayal #grief #pain #recovery

The Mess

Grief is messy.
Sometimes it causes us to do things we regret.
To ourselves and others.
Perhaps all of our lives.

Like betraying the ones
we truly love and cherish;
a form of punishment we
inflict upon ourselves so
as to destroy that part of us that feels good inside.
As if we are not worthy
of such feelings.

This is no time for excuses.
Or justifications for our mess.
For our self-flagellation also destroys others.
The cruelest cut we must accept.

No easy answer here; pain so real.
Numbness pervades the body;
wishing for a magic pill to take it
all away.

We cannot change the past;
the actions that led us
to this grief.
Only through little acts
each day forward.
May we demonstrate we
are no longer that person
who chose selfishness,
cowardice and deception.
Darkness over light.

I know.
For once that was me.
It took the pain I caused others
for me to begin to see.
That I was more than my betrayals and lies
It was then I began to grow.
Healing others I hurt with my grief.
One day, one day, I hope I find peace.

©wanowak

ylviia 6w

#seekhelp #recovery #strength #worthit #happiness #selfharm #struggle

This is a message to all the people
Who are scared to seek help
And rather suffer alone on their own
I know it sounds superficial but you can do it
You are strong enough
You are worth it to recover
You deserve to fight for your happiness
Because there won't be a moment where it will find its way to you
For us people struggling
Happiness is hard to maintain
We have to chase it, we have to fight for it
But today, I actually gathered the strength
To make the first step towards recovery
Towards a better journey,
Towards a better and happier life in the future
And I want to tell you
That it's never to late to reach out
It sounds so simple but I know
That it's hard as hell
Opening up, Trusting someone,
Being vulnerable
It is so f*cking scary, it makes you feel
Paralyzed
But you won't regret it, I know I won't
And trust me, for this battle
You need someone to watch your back
This battle sadly can't be conquered on its own, at least I couldn't
And I fought
I fought for three fucking years
And the lies I have been feeding up myself with, the things I have told myself
You can't face a battle against yourself
Such a battle has no victory
But you can reach for the better life
You can walk away from the battle,
You only got to make the first step
So promise me you will tell someone today
Reach out for help, fight for your happiness
It's your life after all
And promise me you won't listen to the lies you tell yourself
Do not listen to a single word they say
"You are fine now, you see?"
Hell no I ain't and we both know it
"You can do it on your own, you are in control"
If I were in control, I would have taken action long time ago"
Talk back, gather your last strength and reach out
Because you deserve it
Because you're worth it

©ylviia

focused12018 6w

#recovery #rescueamerica #repentance #wordporn #motivational #progression #forgiveness #americastakenjustice #poetsofinstagram #poetry

I’m trying to change
My negative ways
Want to do better
The rest of my days.
I made some mistakes
And that really sucks
Gotta start over
So wish me some luck.
I’m still doing better
Than I did before
Still got to detox
And start at the core.
Its a lifelong battle
Thats I’ll have to fight
But I’ve done it already
So I’ll be alright.
I’m really strong
Thanks to my past
I’ve learned to survive
And dont be so fast.
I now want to help
Others like me
Change how their living
So they can be free.

©focused12018

in_fragments 7w

"The multicolored sand burns my feet
as I walk on, and fall back in shock
as a heatwave shoots up my entire body.
The coast is beautiful
and stretches on for miles before meeting with the glimmering sea-
but don't let its resplendence
dazzle you into foolishness;
the journey to the water is harsh
and unforgiving. Sunlight makes each grain feel like flames, and many people
don't survive or decide to turn back
to unfulfilled lives,
where it is easier to pretend
they are happier being empty.
I have spent so many years
merely staring down the shore,
too afraid to take the first step to anywhere.
I've seen too many
who weren't strong enough to finish.
Watching them makes me question
if I truly have the courage,
because where I grew up
it was never taught to any of us.

I put my thoughts aside
about courage and purpose and fulfillment,
and in one serendipitous moment,
I take another step.
I focus on the pain, and only the pain-
it sears in my veins and boils my joints,
I feel the fire and fever, and breathe.
I adapt enough to move forward
another foot and let the agony in again.
I block out everybody that surrounds me,
it hurts so bad, but I can't let it kill me;
no one else can take this journey with me,
but a swim in the cooling sea will be worth it
when I've survived the torridity,
one agonizing step at a time."
©in_fragments

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Will you go too?
#pod #poem #heat #mentalillness #recovery #life #inspiration #thoughts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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jerry_21 This is beautiful ❤️
in_fragments @hbd__zaika Thank you! You're comments mean a lot to me
jerry_21 All the pleasure is mine :”)

in_fragments 7w

"When it comes to healing, you are always in the wrong place at the right time.
At your lowest, but you can only ascend
from here... if you choose to.

You will never be ready, it will never feel right- that is how you know it's the best decision
to make. The time is coming for me to leave
these walls behind, to open myself up to new contexts and mindsets, to learn how to cope and wake up in a different place- a place where I can search for more of my own tears, open up my mind again and experience my fears. It is time because I know that it will never be time.

My body needs a safe space so it
can finally explode, after decades
of suppression and silence.
It can no longer wait for my mind to agree."
©in_fragments

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Taking my life back into my own hands is... exhausting.
#pod #narrative #poem #life #healing #mentalhealth #mentalillness #recovery #thoughts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

The Right Time?

The time is coming for me
to leave these walls behind, to open myself up to new contexts and mindsets, to learn how to cope and wake up in a different place...

It is time because I know that it will never be time.
©in_fragments

ashu8800 7w

#alchoholism #recovery #fatherhoodissues

I've been intoxicated with escapism
It slithers onto my skin like I've inherited
from my obnoxious father
The more I sip into the poison which consumed me the more I remember
his face ,gratifying sheer alchoholism.
It was kind of our escape from the pain, penetrating the other side of us
like a prism
But eventually it has succombed us
like venom.

©ashu8800

gwencanfield2 10w

Abatement

#WritcoPoemPrompt37

In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...

In the busiest bustle of commerce,
When your working to keep the seams together,
Grinding your nose and fingers down to the bone,
Barely pausing to acknowledge dreams.

In the putrescent garbage scented heap,
When you slip and fall,a stumbling trip
Abating compost like a baby breast wean.

© Gwen Canfield The Finishers Touch Poetry
©gwencanfield2

gwencanfield2 10w

#writecoprompt #womenwriters #gwencanfieldpoetry #thefinisherstouchwordpress #recovery #healing #muse

Comprehension

#WritcoPoemPrompt38
Tarry not towards the end,
Await and appreciate,
As you are now,
Your sorrow and your joy...

Weary not in doing good
Patience and kindness
are loves embrace,
both a blessing and a curse.

Bully insecurity reigns
self concept is destroyed
collective in communal,
awareness starts to comprehend.

Fully turn into your growth
Pruned but growing,
pain brings purpose,
Nature sharpens up it's tongue.

© GwenCanfield
©gwencanfield2

pangirl977 10w

#pangirl977 #recovery #abusedandbruisedinternally

@writersnetwork

Moving on.

I cant say I've full moved on from you
But I'm trying
To move on .....
From the hurt you gave
From the betrayal I felt
From the disrespect
From the lies
From the thought of not knowing.....
If you ever truly loved me or...
if you just loved the THOUGHT of keeping me around forever
to take care of you.
Did I ever have your heart?
Did you break pieces off for others ?
Or did you keep that misused heart
And just....
use that charm and pity inside of you
to get what you want?
The attention.
You've always been a whore like that....
Never caring if you hurt others as long as you aren't hurt right?
But I dont regret loving you.

I just regret loving you more then I loved myself.
You took any innocence I had left and abused me in the worst ways.
I'll never forget that.
You've truly damaged me and I will recover...
But will you ever recover from losing the one person....
who gave it all for you?
©pangirl977