As I reread these early recovery writings I can relate now to how truly misunderstood I felt.
Today I'm 5 years clean from drugs while the food disorder is still an on going challenge.
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This next poem I wrote when I had just moved out of a recovery house. I was 7 months clean from heroin & cocaine
Blindsided
Blindsided by you again and again
Take a chance you say with the contact sport of friendship
but its a dangerous game and I don't want to play.
Everybody's maneuvering into position.
Will my defenses be to weak?
Nobody likes to be blindsided
Its up to me I know
sometimes though...
I don't know...
I begin to wonder why?
Just when I feel I'm beginning to understand and to have faith in the
powers that be...
I'm blindsided by an unexpected blow from an unexpected
source and my belief system that I built so strong...begins to waiver in
stability.
My will or Gods will?
sometimes the line seems so fine.
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