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Recovery

Recovery

A Poem by Heather


My wings were broken Chipped at the ends My heart was swollen Thoroughly beaten But the light inside me rose up And she woke again I opened my..
Silent Thoughts

Silent Thoughts

A Poem by Soul Fire


A poem about recovery.
I Can't Stand Alone

I Can't Stand Alone

A Story by Court


She is a sister, best friend, orphan, paraplegic. He is a musician, prescription medication addict, self-harmer, parolee.
Change

Change

A Poem by Nick Mc


Based off of a blueprint for a type of poetry called "Change"
Mirrors edge

Mirrors edge

A Poem by John Holmes


A description of her friend and her fight against Anorexia.
Recovery

Recovery

A Poem by ChristiannaPujol


I've finally found happinessIt was quite a stretchFrom where I wasThe soft moonlight breaksthrough hazy midnight.It beams hope, faith and loveIn a wor..
The Meanings Of Words

The Meanings Of Words

A Poem by Carlton Carr


2005 Image: Detail from original collage by Carlton Carr
My Son

My Son

A Poem by Precious Prodigal


Recovery
The Secret Garden

The Secret Garden

A Poem by Carlton Carr


Any 12 step program friends out there? This was written in the honeymoon period of my recovery and, almost 8 years later, I stll feel the same about t..
VI. Life Ring

VI. Life Ring

A Chapter by Writer #00


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ VI. Life Ring Sounds came in and out, aurally dilating, fading and reappearing like the voice of passing traffic on a distant highw..
melting recovery

melting recovery

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


what candles never tell youis that their wick is a phantom limb,and when you light matches against their skinthe crackle is their scream, and they bur..
Nine Million

Nine Million

A Story by Hannah


A letter I wrote to a friend, who was in a sexually/emotionally abusive relationship, for her birthday
advent of dysfunction

advent of dysfunction

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


Borderline personality disorder (BPD)- a mental health condition in which a person has long-term patterns of unstable or turbulent emotions.
My pockets were full of razors

My pockets were full of razors

A Poem by VeeTrix words


What I was and who I am.
Alive

Alive

A Story by Lauren


A short story I wrote celebrating my decision to recover from depression. All of the events discussed in the story are not all true, some are, some ar..
Shaman in the city

Shaman in the city

A Story by Paul Leppard


This is the first few chapters of a story based on events that happened to me while I juggled a job at one of the worlds largest banks while trying to..