A woman walked
The windy roads of life,
Brim-filled with strife,
Cutting like a knife.
With anger ne’er rife,
She did not give up.
No.
She made it through
Sober and dry,
With tears in her eyes,
Her head to the sky.
That’s not where I
Find myself tonight.
Though I wish it so,
I know not how to go,
Whether to or fro’,
I am forever slow;
It’s starting to show.
Lord, I call upon your
Everlasting strength,
And at every length,
I shall rise,
I shall reprise,
I shall overcome.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Mental health and self-medication...a vicious cycle. If you are struggling with your own mental health and/or addiction, you can call the National Helpline (US): SAMHSA's National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) Free, confidential, 24/7 service for individuals and families facing mental and/or substance use disorders. For international readers, many countries have their own national addiction helplines. Organizations like Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous also offer worldwide support networks. Remember, seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness. You are not alone in your journey.
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Comments3
The recognition of strength in another and one's own weakness' is a sign of humility and the starting place for change and openness to improvement. Said in a most lovely way
Indeed! Thank you for reading and for your feedback! Always appreciated, my friend!
Finding your way through? Hope so.
Yes, iI am. Thank you for asking, my friend. ❤️ And as always, thank you for reading!
A wonderful poem,
thoughts and message indeed! 👍
Last stanza says it all!! ⭐
Thanks for sharing,
my pleasure to read,!!
Best regards peace ✌️ Thad
Thank you so much! I am glad the poem and its message resonated!!! Peace to you as well! ✌️🖤❤️🖤
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