Recovery Poems

The Journey In Poetry

Thank you for your great work. Here’s a tiny gift back in the form of a little poem that came to me after a lot of conversations with newcomers: 

Gaining fast

Your trust,

With my past

Full of lust.

In fellowship,

Josef Z., Austria sober since August 2019

The morning smells like smoke

A building is burning

The siren is running

But I am humming 

The floor is shattering

The very ground cracking

Unsteady are the feet

But I walk to the beat

The battlefield raging

Guns and bullets racing

Life and death at a sudden chance

But I through the darkness dance 

I have surrendered life itself

My ego shelfed

To God I let my cards fold

And for a moment 

I am just a living soul.

Poem, Allison A., Israel

I wrote this poem way back in ‘92.  I go back to it often, and thought I might finally share it with our SA community.

THE ROOM
In a dark, hidden room,
Somewhere in my mind, 
I search with sex and lust, 
Comfort I can’t find.

This room it has no windows
To look out upon the Truth, 
And I wallow in the darkness of…
…my shame and self abuse.

Afraid to face reality,
Because I’ve not learned how,
I run and hide inside this room, 
Gone from the Here and Now.

Each time I run into this room,
It seems bigger than before,
And when I try to exit,
The heavier the door.

The comfort and answers I look for,
They never really come,
Only pain, loneliness and fear is there,
When my acting out is done.

But insanity is my mentor,
Convincing me each time,
I’ll receive what I am looking for
If I lock myself inside.

And yet I have some hope today,
As I listen to God and others, 
To forge a path out of that room, 
With my SA sisters and Brothers.

The Room, Steve C., California, US

Motivation is fleeting,

Despair is seeping,

Slowly I’m sinking into myself.

Connections lost,

My world’s been tossed,

Alone with no one else.

I don’t reach out,

I sit and I pout,

Deeper and deeper I go.

Until the phone rings,

We talk about things,

And I see I’m not alone.

The shining light,

It seems so bright,

We only can do our best.

So let’s keep in mind,

In our darkest time,

The fellowship we possess.

Fellowship, Mose T, Utah, USA

My dear special soul

You were god given to me free and whole

I always wondered where you are

From when I was little I thought you were so far

Now that I know my brain is your special place

My connection to you is very obvious on my face

You are an invisible power which keeps me going

Even though you’re a spiritual entity my physical body feels you working

How spiritual energy intertwines with a humble human being is obvious only to our creator

One thing is clear however the purpose was only to make us greater

With you I can learn with you I pray

With you I can get thru every single day

The more I clean up from the inside out

The better I can connect with you and know my next step without a doubt

My duty in this world is to turn the material into spiritual

The work is hard but at the end of the day will be beautiful

Therefore I must surround myself with people who understand

Then god comes in and works with me hand in hand

Thinking about this concept brings me to tears

To understand this is deep and beautiful but could take years

If we manage to help our body and soul to get along

We will have fulfilled our mission we come out so very strong

My Dear Special Soul, Shea K., NY, USA

I will survive if I am strong
I will perish if I am weak
I will beat my addiction
I will not admit defeat

My addiction is cunning
It deceives it’s true intent
It preys on my weakness
I have morality and good motives
Yet I rage at my detractors

My addiction is baffling
Its seeks to make confusion
It preys on my weakness
I am self-reliant and confident
And quick to blame others for defeat

My addiction is patient
It waits in the shadows as I worry
It preys on my weakness
I am prideful and a perfectionist
And fear the judgment from others

My addiction is powerful
It strengthens on resistance
It preys on my weakness
I am determined to solve all problems
And resort to lies and manipulation if all else fails

My strengths have become my weakness
My strengths have served me well and I am grateful
I avoided the annihilation I feared
But it proved not to be enough

I seek another way

I see others have gone this way before
Relying on others to trudge this road
Admitting their weaknesses and finding strength
My weakness can become my strengths

My recovery is cunning
It slowly reveals its ways
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not rage at my detractors
Let me listen for the lesson God is giving me

My recovery is baffling
It is hard, but easy
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not blame for my failure
I seek the understanding of others

My recovery is patient
It reveals itself when I am ready to learn
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not fear judgment of others
I rejoice in my blessings and the graces from God

My recovery is powerful
It is strengthened by my surrender
I pray on my weakness
Please give me resilience to be patient and calm
So that I my find truths greater than me

I will admit defeat
I cannot beat my addiction
I will perish if I proclaim power
I will survive if I admit weakness

Strengths and Weaknesses, Shawn N., Pennsylvania, USA

Here it comes again, another chance to sin,

To tune the real out, to take the lie in,

Just look again, says the dark salesman,

It’s what you need,” he says with a grin,

You’ll feel so amazing within,”

Now eyes, heart, and mouth are open wide,

Unspeakable surface beauty, now glorified,

Escape your pain!” Screams the inside,

Just for a moment, it’s easy to hide,

No need to confess it, hurting your pride,”

Once you’ve bit, the hook is set,

Now God alone can save you from their net,

Each new temptation makes you get,

Further from Love, chasing lust’s silhouette,

In person or over the net, after comes regret,

Shame says: “You’re through,

No one loves you,

And you don’t have a clue,

How could they, if they really knew,

And Hope, you’re shattered, now Shoo!”

What stress is worth this heap of shame,

That makes us want to mask or blame,

Is fear of failure laying claim,

Stealing joy from whence it came,

Is anger crippling us? How lame!

Are judgments fumbling up our game?

But perfect Love enters the scene:

It’s time you see how much you mean,

Just look this way, turn from that screen,

My light will warm you with its sheen,

I’ll hit you with my care vaccine,

No matter about the wrongs you’ve done,

Whether five or ten or a metric ton,

My mercy grows with each and every one,

Just ask for it, my Love can’t be outdone!

Trust in My Goodness, my favored son.

Though painful it will be, don’t doubt,

I AM steadfast, I’ll get it out,

That hook which held you like a trout,

I’ll cause your healing to come about,

And when your life gets wild and rough,

Your pride is hurt by heavy stuff,

Remember then, My love’s enough,

You’ll win, there is no trial too tough,

And Satan’s lies, I will rebuff,

So every morning, hit your knee,

And cast yourself into My sea,

Let go of fears, and free you’ll be,

Surrender all the lust you see,

Watch it fall from you to Me,

Then later when another will need,

A special witness to My deed,

You will be the one to lead,

Your hand will be the one to feed,

Another fish will then be freed.

Temptation, Justin C., USA

Be a Burden

None of us can carry the pain of finality of letting go alone. That’s why we are here. Lean on us. The best advice a guy gave me in a meeting one day was, “Be a burden.”

That night I was crying my eyes out in the meeting, and I was afraid about texting people in the fellowship too much for support. After he told me to be a burden, I started texting dozens of people and letting them know when I was struggling, hurting, despairing, crying, or having a good moment of reprieve.

Your recovery matters. Lean on us and give yourself every chance to defeat this disease. What you’re getting in the fellowship is true love and healthy love. If being a burden is what you need to do to make it another 24 hours in sobriety, so be it.

This is not a forever program. This is a one day at a time program. My first day, I tried to last for 3 minutes. When I didn’t die, I wondered if I could make it a full five minutes. Then I wondered if I could last a whole 15 minutes.

Don’t despise small beginnings, as the saying goes. Our spiritual disease is a fight to the death. It wants no less than to make us insane and/or kill us. Your Fellowship Army is here. Use it.

Rina R., New Jersey, USA

Fear

I am full of fear
My first reaction is to despair
Or run away somewhere
Instead of dealing with the issue my mind goes elsewhere
If only I’d focus maybe I’d see it’s not such a big bear
My second reaction is maybe looking within I should dare
Still it’s so hard how can it be ME do I have a flare
My third reaction is oh maybe I just need a little self-care
My fourth reaction is can’t be I have an issue a person like me you find anywhere
My fifth reaction is the noise in my head keeps getting louder noise that I can’t bear
My sixth reaction is okay let’s set the car into gear
My mind tells me my first step should be to call a member and share
That heaven sent guy will be able to pinpoint an issue with an open mind
This method is surely one of a kind
My flaws he can point out with caring and love
So the right answer will come straight from the one above

Shea K., NY, USA

Fellowship

Motivation is fleeting,
Despair is seeping,
Slowly I’m sinking into myself.

Connections lost,
My world’s been tossed,
Alone with no one else.

I don’t reach out,
I sit and I pout,
Deeper and deeper I go.

Until the phone rings,
We talk about things,
And I see I’m not alone.

The shining light,
It seems so bright,
We only can do our best.

So let’s keep in mind,
In our darkest time,
The fellowship we possess.

Mose T, Utah, USA

My Creator

My creator I always felt a connection to your holy truth
My eyes were always focused on you since my lonely youth
The vibes around me though were not quite similar to my own
Despite feeling you deeply I felt inadequate and alone
Still my hands my thoughts my soul were always reaching for you
The contradicting forces nearly cutting me in two
Through every drama and trauma that I’ve experienced in the past
I never felt despair because my trust in you was steadfast
Pondering in my mind or pacing the streets looking for that something
Oh god I cried out I can’t bear the pain please fill me up with anything
What I didn’t realize was that White knuckling was my tool
Now I know that that method is considered working like a fool
As they say work with your brain So that your body won’t have strain
But Even though I often felt distressed
I knew deep inside how I was very blessed
Most days I wake up in the morning filled with ambition and will power
I guess it’s by your grace that my life never turned sour
My god you alone know only too well with what I’ve been struggling
How I am still functioning daily is so mind boggling
This internal struggle very few understand
The feeling of I wish I would wake up in another land
Or wishing I can turn back the time and start over
Those thoughts are real but not reality making make my body run a fever
My creator I can now freely admit that without you I am powerless
I came to believe in your ability to restore my sanity and goodness
I therefore turn my will and life over to your care and kindness

Shea K., NY, USA

My Dear Special Soul

My dear special soul
You were god given to me free and whole
I always wondered where you are
From when I was little I thought you were so far
Now that I know my brain is your special place
My connection to you is very obvious on my face
You are an invisible power which keeps me going
Even though you’re a spiritual entity my physical body feels you working
How spiritual energy intertwines with a humble human being is obvious only to our creator
One thing is clear however the purpose was only to make us greater
With you I can learn with you I pray
With you I can get thru every single day
The more I clean up from the inside out
The better I can connect with you and know my next step without a doubt
My duty in this world is to turn the material into spiritual
The work is hard but at the end of the day will be beautiful
Therefore I must surround myself with people who understand
Then god comes in and works with me hand in hand
Thinking about this concept brings me to tears
To understand this is deep and beautiful but could take years
If we manage to help our body and soul to get along
We will have fulfilled our mission we come out so very strong

Shea K., NY, USA

New pair of glasses

With my new pair of glasses a changed world I do see
By practicing the Twelve Steps a person with fresh perspective I’ve come to be
External conditions do not really shape me
My attitude forms my response I can now clearly see
‘‘I am what I think’’ this line is so very powerful
Living with a positive outlook is really meaningful
Until now I took nourishment by playing the blame game
Thinking I was perfect and everyone else were to blame
Now when I awake in the morning each day
I have a choice between two types of glasses I say
Should I choose my newly found pair
Suddenly nothing in my world has flare
I can then focus on how to improve my own character
Instead of sitting in judgment trying to make other people smarter
I need to tell myself in all situations and in all of my moods
‘’I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed IN ME AND MY ATTITUDES’’

Shea K., NY, USA

Poem

The morning smells like smoke

A building is burning

The siren is running

But I am humming 

 

The floor is shattering

The very ground cracking

Unsteady are the feet

But I walk to the beat

 

The battlefield raging

Guns and bullets racing

Life and death at a sudden chance

But I through the darkness dance

 

I have surrendered life itself

My ego shelfed

To God I let my cards fold

And for a moment 

I am just a living soul.

Allison A., Israel

Sex, Friendship, and God – A Colander Story

Behind seven forests, beyond seven mountains, and beyond seven rivers, there lived a colander that felt very empty. Empty and lonely. He longed to have water inside, lots of water, but nothing could fill him. Everything was leaking out. When someone poured a glass of water into the colander, it was better for a while, but the water escaped through the holes and it was just as empty and dry as before. Then, he would feel his emptiness even more painfully. A glass of water from time to time, even poured regularly, somehow did not fill him up at all and he suffered.

He looked into the garden for a solution. There he saw water gushing from a hose. He tried the water and it was better than the water from a glass. Whenever the hose water flew out,the colander filled up quickly. It was beautiful. The water was flowing so fast that although it was escaping through the holes, there was still a lot of it inside the colander.

“I’ve found heaven,” the colander thought.

The water ran for some time, then there was a break, and after a while the colander was empty and lonely again.Then water ran from the hose again, and for a few hours, the colander felt happy and full until, again, the water stopped flowing. The colander was a bit confused but he wanted to be full so he started talking to the hose and made friends with it. They talked about the water that filled them both so wonderfully, and how neither the colander nor hose felt empty inside.

“I can’t give you a filling. I don’t have that much water in me,” the hose said to the colander. “Only the ocean can give it to you.”

“The ocean? I have heard about it. Isn’t it a great body of water that is always present?” asked the colander.

“Yes, the ocean. I can fill myself when I need to because I am connected to the ocean. Only the ocean can give you fullness,” the hose replied.

The colander went to look for the ocean. He walked along the hose, hoping that the hose would show him the direction. When the colander reached the ocean, he was surprised to see how big the water was. He dipped himself into the ocean. The water was finally not pouring out of him. He had it inside and out. He was in and surrounded by it. He was full.

When I first started recovery in the 12 Steps of SA program, I found sex and other addictive behaviors pleasurable for a while, but the pain was even greater afterwards. It helps for a while, but then I’m even more empty and hungry. Like a bank loan, it gives you money, but then you have to give the money back and give back a lot more. It was not a solution.

I was looking for relationship. I was looking for friendship within the fellowship, thinking that this was recovery. In fact, a friendship, such a deep, spiritual relationship with another person is extremely filling. Earlier, during addiction, I was not capable of such unconditional open contact based on freedom. I had to be seen, I had to be noticed, and I needed more eyes to see (and admire) me. I didn’t exist without it. I didn’t exist if the other person didn’t see me. When the relationship was ending, I was ending.

This friendship, the deep one, the free one – it was much better. It was much more filling. It was surprisingly filling. I thought this was the solution. If I needed more than one person could give I could make 5 friendships and then that would be the solution.

As you can imagine – it was not the solution. People are not able to love so much that I am never alone for a moment. It is impossible for human beings to love me enough and for that to be enough for me, even if I am very important to them. It is beyond human strength and the human condition. One of my friends once told me, “Lila, I can’t give you everything you need and when you need it.”

Only God can fill me enough.

My relationship with God is not so strong that I feel connected and secure all the time in my life. But, it’s getting better. I am more and more able to cling to God and immerse myself in Him. It doesn’t always work out for me. A deep friendship based on freedom is such an incredible, heartwarming experience – as if you can see and touch God for a moment.

Sex, Friendship, and God

Lila, Warsaw, Poland

“Sobering Experience”

Day after day, Night after Night, I
chased the dragon, pursuing a fantasy while
In reality, my life was becoming a Tragedy…

Misguided by the serpent and cunned by
trickers, living in a glass bubble, while my
family became indigent, and a resident on
skid row, feeding the dealer, yet taking from my
children, missing holidays but never a hit …

Abusing and disappointing those who loved me,
yet taking out my inner frustration on the ones who stuck by me …

Enticed by lust, my heart full of rust,
my life a bust, while my marriage is dust
in the winter breeze….
Married twice, divorced twice, nevertheless
my sexual desires controled me and my
perception of relationships fadedly disrupted
like bleach on black …

Unfaithful and distorted beliefs, now I’m
alone and regretting my pasts, seeking
Guidance and repentance for my wrongs,
I’m now taking the 12 Steps, while remaining sober since January 8, 2016 …

A brother in prison, USA

I wrote this poem way back in ‘92. I go back to it often, and thought I might finally share it with our SA community.

THE ROOM
In a dark, hidden room,
Somewhere in my mind,
I search with sex and lust,
Comfort I can’t find.

This room it has no windows
To look out upon the Truth,
And I wallow in the darkness of…
…my shame and self abuse.

Afraid to face reality,
Because I’ve not learned how,
I run and hide inside this room,
Gone from the Here and Now.

Each time I run into this room,
It seems bigger than before,
And when I try to exit,
The heavier the door.

The comfort and answers I look for,
They never really come,
Only pain, loneliness and fear is there,
When my acting out is done.

But insanity is my mentor,
Convincing me each time,
I’ll receive what I am looking for
If I lock myself inside.

And yet I have some hope today,
As I listen to God and others,
To forge a path out of that room,
With my SA sisters and Brothers.

Steve C., California, US

A Little Poem

Dear Essay,

Thank you for your great work. Here’s a tiny gift back in the form of a little poem that came to me after a lot of conversations with newcomers:

Gaining fast
Your trust,
With my past
Full of lust.

Josef Z., Austria

Resentment

Resentment my life long partner
I always thought you were making my life easier
Every time I was resentful I felt stronger
Looking around at other people who weren’t resentful I still thought I was smarter
It felt like a drug making me healthier
Instead of bringing it out on the outside it went within me deeper and deeper
Slowly I was becoming aggressive with an attitude of anger
To escape my issues resentment had become my brother
I thought I was spiritually fit but resentment pushed me away further
Based on real or imagined injury I held on to it and resentment became my father
Really it’s a false spiritual high satisfaction pleasure and release
God help free me from this endless cycle please
I took nourishment from it to hide my wrong
Finally now I pray to god please help me so I can once again feel I belong
Help me see where and how I can get better
Help me see my defects so I can become a person of good character
This life is so short it goes so very fast
Help me work to rid myself of resentment and be a free person at last

Shea K., NY, USA

Strengths and Weaknesses

I will survive if I am strong
I will perish if I am weak
I will beat my addiction
I will not admit defeat

My addiction is cunning
It deceives it’s true intent
It preys on my weakness
I have morality and good motives
Yet I rage at my detractors

My addiction is baffling
Its seeks to make confusion
It preys on my weakness
I am self-reliant and confident
And quick to blame others for defeat

My addiction is patient
It waits in the shadows as I worry
It preys on my weakness
I am prideful and a perfectionist
And fear the judgment from others

My addiction is powerful
It strengthens on resistance
It preys on my weakness
I am determined to solve all problems
And resort to lies and manipulation if all else fails

My strengths have become my weakness
My strengths have served me well and I am grateful
I avoided the annihilation I feared
But it proved not to be enough

I seek another way

I see others have gone this way before
Relying on others to trudge this road
Admitting their weaknesses and finding strength
My weakness can become my strengths

My recovery is cunning
It slowly reveals its ways
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not rage at my detractors
Let me listen for the lesson God is giving me

My recovery is baffling
It is hard, but easy
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not blame for my failure
I seek the understanding of others

My recovery is patient
It reveals itself when I am ready to learn
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not fear judgment of others
I rejoice in my blessings and the graces from God

My recovery is powerful
It is strengthened by my surrender
I pray on my weakness
Please give me resilience to be patient and calm
So that I my find truths greater than me

I will admit defeat
I cannot beat my addiction
I will perish if I proclaim power
I will survive if I admit weakness

Shawn N., Pennsylvania, USA

Temptation

Here it comes again, another chance to sin,
To tune the real out, to take the lie in,
Just look again, says the dark salesman,
“It’s what you need,” he says with a grin,
“You’ll feel so amazing within,”

Now eyes, heart, and mouth are open wide,
Unspeakable surface beauty, now glorified,
“Escape your pain!” Screams the inside,
“Just for a moment, it’s easy to hide,
No need to confess it, hurting your pride,”

Once you’ve bit, the hook is set,
Now God alone can save you from their net,
Each new temptation makes you get,
Further from Love, chasing lust’s silhouette,
In person or over the net, after comes regret,

Shame says: “You’re through,
No one loves you,
And you don’t have a clue,
How could they, if they really knew,
And Hope, you’re shattered, now Shoo!”

What stress is worth this heap of shame,
That makes us want to mask or blame,
Is fear of failure laying claim,
Stealing joy from whence it came,
Is anger crippling us? How lame!
Are judgments fumbling up our game?

But perfect Love enters the scene:
“It’s time you see how much you mean,
Just look this way, turn from that screen,
My light will warm you with its sheen,
I’ll hit you with my care vaccine,

No matter about the wrongs you’ve done,
Whether five or ten or a metric ton,
My mercy grows with each and every one,
Just ask for it, my Love can’t be outdone!
Trust in My Goodness, my favored son.

Though painful it will be, don’t doubt,
I AM steadfast, I’ll get it out,
That hook which held you like a trout,
I’ll cause your healing to come about,

And when your life gets wild and rough,
Your pride is hurt by heavy stuff,
Remember then, My love’s enough,
You’ll win, there is no trial too tough,
And Satan’s lies, I will rebuff,

So every morning, hit your knee,
And cast yourself into My sea,
Let go of fears, and free you’ll be,
Surrender all the lust you see,
Watch it fall from you to Me,

Then later when another will need,
A special witness to My deed,
You will be the one to lead,
Your hand will be the one to feed,
Another fish will then be freed.

Justin C., USA

THE MAN IN THE GLASS

When you get what you want in your struggle for self…
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself…
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t what your father or mother or wife…
Whose judgment upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life…
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you are a straight shooting chum…
And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum…
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest…
For he’s with you clear up to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test…
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years…
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears…
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

Anonymous

Not Staying Buried in My Past

There is a voice in me that wants to believe that I am completely well.

That thinks that I have nothing to fear because l’ve stopped living in hell.

It takes all of my painful past for granted, what has brought me here today.

And likes to forget all the tears I cried and the price that I had to pay.

It doesn’t want to remember the pain and grief or see the fear inside.

Nor the loss of hope that would wash over me, like it does when it’s high tide.

It doesn’t want to see the strides I made to regain my sanity, or how easy it still is to be carried away by my vanity.

It still clings to a false illusion that my life is a perfect picture.

A deception that casts me like a prop, a weak and purposeless fixture.

And not being able to completely control that which I did not consent.

T would still be doomed to a life without choice, to death I would be sent.

But this voice is so small that sometimes

“forget to listen to it speak.

Then it will thunder so loudly

I become frightened and very weak.

And if I would stop and listen first then its power would not grow:

But I ignore its needy cry

and I bring back the pain again, I know.

So now the time has come for me to make a committed decision.

Listen to the voice and remember my past, but keep my future vision.

I don’t want to always be bogged down in a grief filled, miry mess.

And not have a happy productive life, but be stuck with something far less.

And I don’t want to come to my end and regret all the choices I had made.

To be blaming someone else for making me sleep in the bed I had made.

A simple, singular vision, this is what I so desperately seek.

To climb above doubt filling me with confusion, to look out from the peak.

I want to see my soul moving forward on into the next frontier.

It’s high time I broke camp and packed up all my painful worries and fear.

This time I’ll take the high road and leave behind this desert of despair.

And venture on towards that river of love, for the greener pastures there.

Where peace and serenity fill my heart and tranquility will abide.

Where God’s wisdom and understanding will grow deeper, and deeper inside.

And the love I have always longed for will water me forever more.

And then I will water so many others, no more a required chore.

For it will spring out from deep within me and shower on everyone.

And they will then feel the love that I feel.

Together we will have won.

My course has been set. My plans have all been made.

My decision has been done.

My voyage will start each beautiful new day, with the rising of the sun.

And every day is just one more day closer to my ultimate goal.

The one that takes me ever further towards nourishing my hungry soul.

And each moment of time is a priceless piece of paradise yet to be.

Which is why I now humbly cherish all the moments between God and me.

And I will now always value my time as it flies by so very fast.

And live for my great, glorious future, not staying buried in my past.

Bradley A., California, USA

It’s my pity party I want to host

So I walk along the wintry coast

The foamy sea greets the sandy beach

The former snail homes, within my reach and

The clumps of black seaweed, all doth teach

 

When I feel unworthy or afraid

Mother Nature’s here to save the day

She whispers something that I quite relish:

It’s good to be a little shellfish 

So why not call on me and ask for kelp?

Untitled, Jim D., Massachusetts, USA

Let Go and Let God

“Let Go”—that saying sounds so strong.

Holding on to my pain has almost become my life’s song.

Letting go of my painful thoughts would probably feel like cutting off a piece of me.

Oh God, it has become part of me, can’t you see?

I now realize that it’s because of the feeling of security that comes with it.

“Go, go!”, my inner child shouts, “Don’t even try to show me a different way! I love this so much!”

When really, there are so many better, easier, lighter ways. 

God, I want to feel like the little boy holding the hand of his older brother.

I want to feel Your presence; I want to feel that You know it all, and You have a plan for me. 

I want to be able to lift up my head, look You in the eyes with awe, and get that feeling,  

“Oh, it’s You, my Big Brother holding my hands all along? You mean to say You were there the entire time?

“You saw me being neglected as a very little child? You saw me wandering the streets as I got older?

“You saw me fighting for my life, not knowing what I was missing and therefore always being either all the way on the top or really completely on the bottom?

“Feeling always misunderstood, unworthy, inadequate, afraid and alone?”

Then the feeling of finally growing, falling, growing and falling again. 

Seeing all this You kept on cruising ahead, as if You really had or knew my destination, as if You are saying to me:

“My dear son, it’s Me here walking along with you the entire time. 

“I’m crying along with you. Yes, all those questions, wow, are they real!

“I agree that a human being’s mind will never fully understand why all this suffering.

“For what you might think is success, a good life, might be just the opposite. 

“Please remember one thing, I am still the creator of all this; I never left you, and will never leave you.

“Remember that true feelings are real but not reality.

“Please put aside a few minutes a day for us two to just connect, reboot, refresh your senses,

“Reunite, reprogram, and restart with a fresh attitude and perspective every morning.

“That all this was and is for the best of your growth.

“My dear son please make it a daily routine to make space in your heart through meditation and prayer so My grace can enter. Just

Let Go and Let God.”

Shea K, New York, USA

Be a Burden

None of us can carry the pain of finality of letting go alone. That’s why we are here. Lean on us. The best advice a guy gave me in a meeting one day was, “Be a burden.”

That night I was crying my eyes out in the meeting, and I was afraid about texting people in the fellowship too much for support. After he told me to be a burden, I started texting dozens of people and letting them know when I was struggling, hurting, despairing, crying, or having a good moment of reprieve.

Your recovery matters. Lean on us and give yourself every chance to defeat this disease. What you’re getting in the fellowship is true love and healthy love. If being a burden is what you need to do to make it another 24 hours in sobriety, so be it.

This is not a forever program. This is a one day at a time program. My first day, I tried to last for 3 minutes. When I didn’t die, I wondered if I could make it a full five minutes. Then I wondered if I could last a whole 15 minutes.

Don’t despise small beginnings, as the saying goes. Our spiritual disease is a fight to the death. It wants no less than to make us insane and/or kill us. Your Fellowship Army is here. Use it.

Rina R., New Jersey, USA

Fellowship

Motivation is fleeting,
Despair is seeping,
Slowly I’m sinking into myself.

Connections lost,
My world’s been tossed,
Alone with no one else.

I don’t reach out,
I sit and I pout,
Deeper and deeper I go.

Until the phone rings,
We talk about things,
And I see I’m not alone.

The shining light,
It seems so bright,
We can only do our best.

So let’s keep in mind,
In our darkest time,
The fellowship we possess.

Mose T., Utah, USA

Temptation

Here it comes again, another chance to sin,
To tune the real out, to take the lie in.
Just look again, says the dark salesman,
“It’s what you need,” he says with a grin,
“You’ll feel so amazing within.”

Now eyes, heart, and mouth are open wide,
Unspeakable surface beauty, now glorified,
“Escape your pain!” screams the inside,
“Just for a moment, it’s easy to hide.
No need to confess it, hurting your pride.”

Once you’ve bit, the hook is set.
Now God alone can save you from their net.
Each new temptation makes you get
Further from Love, chasing lust’s silhouette
In person or over the net. After, comes regret.

Shame says: “You’re through,
No one loves you,
And you don’t have a clue.
How could they if they really knew?
And Hope, you’re shattered! Now Shoo!”

What stress is worth this heap of shame
That makes us want to mask or blame?
Is fear of failure laying claim,
Stealing joy from whence it came?
Is anger crippling us? How lame!
Are judgments fumbling up our game?

But perfect Love enters the scene:
“It’s time you see how much you mean.
Just look this way, turn from that screen.
My light will warm you with its sheen.
I’ll hit you with my care vaccine.

“No matter about the wrongs you’ve done,
Whether five or ten or a metric ton,
My mercy grows with each and every one.
Just ask for it, my Love can’t be outdone!
Trust in My Goodness, my favored son.

“Though painful it will be, don’t doubt.
I AM steadfast, I’ll get it out.
That hook which held you like a trout,
I’ll cause your healing to come about.

“And when your life gets wild and rough,
Your pride is hurt by heavy stuff,
Remember then, My love’s enough.
You’ll win, there is no trial too tough,
And Satan’s lies, I will rebuff.

“So every morning, hit your knee,
And cast yourself into My sea.
Let go of fears, and free you’ll be.
Surrender all the lust you see,
Watch it fall from you to Me.

“Then later when another will need
A special witness to My deed,
You will be the one to lead.
Your hand will be the one to feed.
Another fish will then be freed.”

Justin C., USA

The Room
I wrote this poem way back in ‘92. I go back to it often, and thought I might finally share it with our SA community.

THE ROOM
In a dark, hidden room,
Somewhere in my mind,
I search with sex and lust,
Comfort I can’t find.

This room it has no windows
To look out upon the Truth,
And I wallow in the darkness of…
…my shame and self abuse.

Afraid to face reality,
Because I’ve not learned how,
I run and hide inside this room,
Gone from the Here and Now.

Each time I run into this room,
It seems bigger than before,
And when I try to exit,
The heavier the door.

The comfort and answers I look for,
They never really come,
Only pain, loneliness and fear is there,
When my acting out is done.

But insanity is my mentor,
Convincing me each time,
I’ll receive what I am looking for
If I lock myself inside.

And yet I have some hope today,
As I listen to God and others,
To forge a path out of that room,
With my SA sisters and Brothers.

Steve C., California, US

New pair of glasses
With my new pair of glasses a changed world I do see
By practicing the Twelve Steps a person with fresh perspective I’ve come to be
External conditions do not really shape me
My attitude forms my response I can now clearly see
‘‘I am what I think’’ this line is so very powerful
Living with a positive outlook is really meaningful
Until now I took nourishment by playing the blame game
Thinking I was perfect and everyone else were to blame
Now when I awake in the morning each day
I have a choice between two types of glasses I say
Should I choose my newly found pair
Suddenly nothing in my world has flare
I can then focus on how to improve my own character
Instead of sitting in judgment trying to make other people smarter
I need to tell myself in all situations and in all of my moods
‘’I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed IN ME AND MY ATTITUDES’’

Shea K., NY, USA

Poem

The morning smells like smoke
A building is burning
The siren is running
But I am humming

The floor is shattering
The very ground cracking
Unsteady are the feet
But I walk to the beat

The battlefield raging
Guns and bullets racing
Life and death at a sudden chance
But I through the darkness dance

I have surrendered life itself
My ego shelved
To God I let my cards fold
And for a moment
I am just a living soul.

Allison A., Israel

Strengths and Weaknesses

I will survive if I am strong
I will perish if I am weak
I will beat my addiction
I will not admit defeat

My addiction is cunning
It conceals it’s true intent
It preys on my weakness
I have morality and good motives
Yet I rage at my detractors

My addiction is baffling
Its seeks to make confusion
It preys on my weakness
I am self-reliant and confident
And quick to blame others for defeat

My addiction is patient
It waits in the shadows as I worry
It preys on my weakness
I am prideful and a perfectionist
And fear the judgment from others

My addiction is powerful
It strengthens on resistance
It preys on my weakness
I am determined to solve all problems
And resort to lies and manipulation if all else fails

My strengths have become my weakness
My strengths have served me well and I am grateful
I avoided the annihilation I feared
But it proved not to be enough

I seek another way

I see others have gone this way before
Relying on others to trudge this road
Admitting their weaknesses and finding strength
My weakness can become my strength

My recovery is cunning
It slowly reveals its ways
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not rage at my detractors
Let me listen for the lesson God is giving me

My recovery is baffling
It is hard, but easy
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not blame for my failure
I seek the understanding of others

My recovery is patient
It reveals itself when I am ready to learn
I pray on my weakness
Please let me not fear judgment of others
I rejoice in my blessings and the graces from God

My recovery is powerful
It is strengthened by my surrender
I pray on my weakness
Please give me resilience to be patient and calm
So that I may find truths greater than me

I will admit defeat
I cannot beat my addiction
I will perish if I proclaim power
I will survive if I admit weakness

Shawn N., Pennsylvania, USA

“The Battle”

My pants are wet and muddy and
My hands are cold and bloody

My heart pangs for the beauty and
I am destined to die in the battle.

In this hole I fight with the men in my sights for the right to be whole again and the right to be loved again.

My enemy is clear now and I wipe the mud and blood from my face and stand strong in the faith.

To alas, find that elusive heart of mine and through GOD, I stand with my brothers victorious over our enemy.

Mike C., Colorado, USA

My Dear Special Soul

My dear special soul
You were God given to me free and whole
I always wondered where you are
From when I was little I thought you were so far
Now that I know my brain is your special place
My connection to you is very obvious on my face
You are an invisible power which keeps me going
Even though you’re a spiritual entity my physical body feels you working
How spiritual energy intertwines with a humble human being is obvious only to our creator
One thing is clear however, the purpose was only to make us greater
With you I can learn with you I pray
With you I can get through every single day
The more I clean up from the inside out
The better I can connect with you and know my next step without a doubt
My duty in this world is to turn the material into spiritual
The work is hard but at the end of the day it will be beautiful
Therefore I must surround myself with people who understand
Then God comes in and works with me hand in hand
Thinking about this concept brings me to tears
To understand this is deep and beautiful but could take years
If we manage to help our body and soul to get along
We will have fulfilled our mission and we come out so very strong

Shea K., NY, USA

New pair of glasses

With my new pair of glasses a changed world I do see
By practicing the Twelve Steps a person with fresh perspective I’ve come to be
External conditions do not really shape me
My attitude forms my response I can now clearly see
‘‘I am what I think’’ this line is so very powerful
Living with a positive outlook is really meaningful
Until now I took nourishment by playing the blame game
Thinking I was perfect and everyone else were to blame
Now when I awake in the morning each day
I have a choice between two types of glasses I say
Should I choose my newly found pair
Suddenly nothing in my world has flare
I can then focus on how to improve my own character
Instead of sitting in judgment trying to make other people smarter
I need to tell myself in all situations and in all of my moods
‘’I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed IN ME AND MY ATTITUDES’’

Shea K., NY, USA

Resentment

Resentment my life long partner

I always thought you were making my life easier

Every time I was resentful I felt stronger

Looking around at other people who weren’t resentful I still thought I was smarter

It felt like a drug making me healthier

Instead of bringing it out on the outside it went within me deeper and deeper

Slowly I was becoming aggressive with an attitude of anger

To escape my issues resentment had become my brother

I thought I was spiritually fit but resentment pushed me away further

Based on real or imagined injury I held on to it and resentment became my father

Really it’s a false spiritual high satisfaction pleasure and release

God help free me from this endless cycle please

I took nourishment from it to hide my wrong 

Finally now I pray to god please help me so I can once again feel I belong

Help me see where and how I can get better

Help me see my defects so I can become a person of good character 

This life is so short it goes so very fast

Help me work to rid myself of resentment and be a free person at last

Shea K., NY, USA

“The Battle”

My pants are wet and muddy and
My hands are cold and bloody

My heart pangs for the beauty and
I am destined to die in the battle.

In this hole I fight with the men in my sights for the right to be whole again and the right to be loved again.

My enemy is clear now and I wipe the mud and blood from my face and stand strong in the faith.

To alas, find that elusive heart of mine and through GOD, I stand with my brothers victorious over our enemy.

Mike C., Colorado, USA

My Dear Special Soul

My dear special soul
You were God given to me free and whole
I always wondered where you are
From when I was little I thought you were so far
Now that I know my brain is your special place
My connection to you is very obvious on my face
You are an invisible power which keeps me going
Even though you’re a spiritual entity my physical body feels you working
How spiritual energy intertwines with a humble human being is obvious only to our creator
One thing is clear however, the purpose was only to make us greater
With you I can learn with you I pray
With you I can get through every single day
The more I clean up from the inside out
The better I can connect with you and know my next step without a doubt
My duty in this world is to turn the material into spiritual
The work is hard but at the end of the day it will be beautiful
Therefore I must surround myself with people who understand
Then God comes in and works with me hand in hand
Thinking about this concept brings me to tears
To understand this is deep and beautiful but could take years
If we manage to help our body and soul to get along
We will have fulfilled our mission and we come out so very strong

Shea K., NY, USA

New pair of glasses
With my new pair of glasses a changed world I do see
By practicing the Twelve Steps a person with fresh perspective I’ve come to be
External conditions do not really shape me
My attitude forms my response I can now clearly see
‘‘I am what I think’’ this line is so very powerful
Living with a positive outlook is really meaningful
Until now I took nourishment by playing the blame game
Thinking I was perfect and everyone else were to blame
Now when I awake in the morning each day
I have a choice between two types of glasses I say
Should I choose my newly found pair
Suddenly nothing in my world has flare
I can then focus on how to improve my own character
Instead of sitting in judgment trying to make other people smarter
I need to tell myself in all situations and in all of my moods
‘’I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed IN ME AND MY ATTITUDES’’

Shea K., NY, USA

Resentment
Resentment my life long partner
I always thought you were making my life easier
Every time I was resentful I felt stronger
Looking around at other people who weren’t resentful I still thought I was smarter
It felt like a drug making me healthier
Instead of bringing it out on the outside it went within me deeper and deeper
Slowly I was becoming aggressive with an attitude of anger
To escape my issues resentment had become my brother
I thought I was spiritually fit but resentment pushed me away further
Based on real or imagined injury I held on to it and resentment became my father
Really it’s a false spiritual high satisfaction pleasure and release
God help free me from this endless cycle please
I took nourishment from it to hide my wrong
Finally now I pray to god please help me so I can once again feel I belong
Help me see where and how I can get better
Help me see my defects so I can become a person of good character
This life is so short it goes so very fast
Help me work to rid myself of resentment and be a free person at last

Shea K., NY, USA
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