Tags : Recovery

Serenity

Serenity

A Poem by Xye Nelson


These are poetic pros from the perspective of an addict
Red Trail

Red Trail

A Poem by Jenny-Jen-Jen


Watching as your own Broken Night's turn to Better Tomorrow's. A poem about finding yourself and HOPE, through moments of weakness.
Shutting Out The Devil

Shutting Out The Devil

A Poem by misscb


Hip-Hop lyrics/bars...
Recovery

Recovery

A Poem by Aka_Kitsune


Familiar scarlet flows steadily,countless times i have done myself harm.The emotional burdens weigh me down heavily, as the cuts grow more evident on ..
Aamina

Aamina

A Chapter by Persona


Fluttering eyelashes, the heart monitor beeped. I expected someone tocall me, like my mother,to softly stroke my head and say,"Aamina, it's okay, yo..
Relapse

Relapse

A Poem by Stephanie


Had an off day today. So I wrote.
A Hero Forged

A Hero Forged

A Poem by Lauren Jones


the first of the long poems i have written that will go on here
Relapse (Edited Version)

Relapse (Edited Version)

A Poem by Stephanie


This is the first timein a really long timethat I feel how I used to feelall the timepulling, picking, scratching at my skinwanting to crawl out of th..
On the Swing Sets at Night

On the Swing Sets at Night

A Story by Anonymous Me


Without my wings, i feel so small
Abigail is Almost Breathing

Abigail is Almost Breathing

A Book by Krystin


23-year-old Abigail is a struggling photographer who put in foster care was a young girl due to parental abuse. She winds up mixed up with drugs and s..
Lovers

Lovers

A Poem by Stephanie


i don't know
Frank Responds

Frank Responds

A Chapter by Krystin


Abigail's best friend, Franklin Teigh, picks her up at a hotel after she makes a deal with Cory, the resident drug dealer.
Your Soul Knows

Your Soul Knows

A Poem by papaed


Written to my son after breaking 27 bones in a vehicle accident 5 months ago. He just started walking again.
The Beginning

The Beginning

A Poem by Kaotic Barbie


Recovered.
Constructive Use of Time

Constructive Use of Time

A Poem by ladyinjury


4/23/12I thought I was okay with what I had done;I thought it was enough.There were two small, but fat,and six pathetic.I dug around in them,as much a..