Recovery

Fatlass

Soft fluffy clouds; crisp cotton sheets,

Smiles and sunshine; hope, warmth and peace,

Freedom from torment, grief, guilt and shame,

Closing the door on the heart wrenching pain,

Dancing on rainbows; flying on love,

Basking in sun beams from Heaven above,

Holding my darlings with an unburdened heart,

Leaving the demons condemned to the dark,

Feel blessed peace descend on my soul,

Filling my heart with pleasures untold,

Innocent laughter from one day to another,

Acceptance of self, woman and mother,

A world once shrouded in ominous skies,

Pregnant with songbirds and wondrous surprise,

Chocolate and candy, vanilla ice cream,

Leaving the nightmare, living the dream,

Pride in myself no fear of the past,

Ghosts laid to rest down to the last,

Heaps of crisp leaves on an autumnal day,

Flowers and clover; bales of fresh hay,

Meandering streams touched with gold from the sun,

Days filled with laughter and innocent fun,

Sleep that is restful and healing and pure,

Dreams to be shared and not feared as before,

Running barefoot through fields of soft grass,

Free of the memories of sad days long past,

Clear, tinkling waters that flow out to sea

Washing away heartaches that dwell within me,

Freedom of mind, freedom of youth,

Hope for the future; life lived in truth,

Wanting to life, not wanting to die,

Finding my wings, soaring on high,

Releasing the child so hurt and afraid,

Forgiveness and loving to heal her pain,

Regaining the trust that was stolen so young,

Leaving the darkness for the warmth of the sun,

These are the wonders I long to behold,

In with the new and out with the old.

Beginning to see the wood from the trees,

The life i have lost, my recovery.

 

  • Author: Ama (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2020 09:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Someone once asked what recovery would look like to me, this poem is the result. I believe we are all on a journey, some of are blessed with private jets that cruise through clear, calm skies, others may not be so blessed and their journeys are more turbulent and less........ luxurious. I try very hard not to be bitter about the bumpy ride but look forward to a time when i can make my peace with my past, get in my Ferrari and hop onto my own private jet and appreciate all this beautiful world we all live in holds. Figuratively of course, Im too much of a coward to be a globetrotter!
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