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I said to the wanting creature in side me:
What is this river you want me to cross?
What is this mountain of gold you want me to climb?

I said to the needing creature inside me:
What is this diamond colored of rust?
What is this emerald colored of onyx?

I said to the urging creature inside me:
What is this hope cloused by fear?
What is this dream clouded by fog?

I said to the pleading creature inside me:
What is this kitten without any mother?
What is this puppy without any master?

I said to the fading creature inside me:
What is this sunshine without any rain?
What is this life without any pain?

I said to the dying creature inside me:
What is this twinkle you showed me never before?
What is this happiness you told me walked out the door?

I said to the Voice inside me:
What will i do, Just for today?

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early recovery poem

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  • baconboy
    April 29, 2008
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    Wonderful!

    Being in early recovery myself this really hits home.
    Keep writing!

    BB <><>


  • movedon
    April 28, 2008

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    Oh my goodness gracious! This poem is like something I would expect to read in a magazine or something. Very well done.

    Spreading MORE love to your page,
    Miley