Dear ESSAY
Dear ESSAY, thank you for the June edition on Emotional Sobriety. The little camel on my golden necklace reminds me how to live up to emotional sobriety in the following poem an oldtimer recited when he saw it:
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self...
Dear ESSAY
I’ve read the letters of many imprisoned females seeking help for our addiction. I have had the privilege of sponsoring someone in prison, and it has been a gift and a blessing to my recovery.
A Poem Bringing Light to Other Sexaholics Like Him
I was introduced to SA by another inmate. Initial contact from the SA sponsor team was very helpful. I am now working with my sponsor—brother and friend—who was assigned to me earlier this year. SA has changed my life. Since joining, I thank God both for SA and for those behind the scenes who, along with my Higher Power, are helping me stay sober.
A Moment Of Serenity
The morning smells like smoke A building is burning The siren is running But I am humming
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!
