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  • Conservative Happiness

    I wonder sometimes if they all think, process, imagine, find futile, an effort to push a boulder aside. I feel the clammy stone of a permanence, both hands taking grip on a monstrous image, finding the will, and yet realizing it is not about strength at all.   When forgiveness occurs, we do find a…

  • Eleven Years

    One year, still seek solace, though the smiles all around the centerpiece seem more welcoming, more genuine, who’s the real one now, everyone laughs. Year five, more celebration, no longer dragged away, suggested change, a new day, let go of previous pains, set forth with a personal gain, slowly. Year ten, a gracious reality, this…

  • So Long Ago

    I can still stand there, feel the pain, realize just how close I can become again. Take a drink, the slow heat flow, there’s a certain sense of clarity that first drink blossoms a facade, dropping money on a strangers table, a release of tension, letting go, taking one day at a time. There’s such…

  • Recovery is Truth

    We might want to challenge, our demons, Perhaps we can manage black ravens in figurative form glancing upon our lives while we do provoke a resilient will, a desire to control, an impossible passion to let go. A society exists makes rules suggests mores enlightens the soul with truth yet there are the waivers a moment of…

  • Hiding From My Tormentor

    I won’t allow you inside tonight, keep you just at bay, stay away from me you’re a fright always getting in my way. ~ I remember the first time you spoke, the words spilled out in chaos a defensive burden, a speechless choke the alarm of knowing my loss. ~ You took away everything I…

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • Cleaning Up

    I recall just how difficult it was. Every episode, battle to rationalize, reason to do the things I did, for myself and no one else. I remember weeks of justifying why, or who, or what need I was trying to fill. Driving through my neighborhood one night, just trying to avoid the lawns, staying in…

  • Shadowed Dreams

    See there is this world, many do not ever understand or realize a place of shadows, shattered dreams that leaves shards to be again, found aligned, yet, the energy to recreate such imagery, often for some, unforeseeable – impulse takes over, leads the way down dark caverns of illicit response to needs, the waking is…

  • Choosing An Edge

    Republished on the recovery blog: Dan The Story Man I’m an addict, my therapist told me, edges are fun. When first I discovered my ‘affliction’ as it is oft times referred, I chose anger first to help unveil the true emotions buried. That was certainly the beginning of a long relationship with denial, many edges,…

  • Tonight

    Tonight the pain becomes a central idea, a notion, a recall, a, sort of, panacea. Tonight turns life happy toward celebration, the opportunity to herald a healthy decision. What happened then could occur tomorrow, might even be a possibility without my halo, for the reality of our lives is a fragile pedestal we could so…

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