The Room
I wrote this poem way back in ‘92. I go back to it often, and thought I might share it with my SA community.
Awake
Awake Awake now This day This moment
Recovery Rap
This short piece was performed during the variety show at the SA international convention in Seattle last summer. We weren’t sure what to call it — Poem? Spoken word? Rap? Chant? Prayer? Still not sure.
Return Of The Grateful Prodigal Son
So, here I am in anticipation after my long journey Waiting on the hanging canopy swing in the shade of two giant elder pine trees With my son on the side of my sister’s house in Northern Idaho It’s a peaceful summer mid-afternoon with a few fluffy clouds in a high blue sky As my son and I take turns napping on the swing waiting for someone to arrive home
Sobriety Rap
You want 12 Steps, man, now and with no rent just say I can’t [YEAH] and give up your old tent!
God Can, Just Ask
As water quenches, Lungs breathe, Mothers nurture, Music soothes.
Fellowship
Motivation is fleeting, Despair is seeping, Slowly I’m sinking into myself.
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.
The Addict
Deep down I knew what was happening inside, but now it is time to swallow my pride.
Willing
Are you willing to do what it takes?
