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?
Author notes
early recovery poem
Comments
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Wonderful!
Being in early recovery myself this really hits home.
Keep writing!
BB <><>
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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


