Voices of Recovery

Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Why I Don’t Ask for Help

Asking requires a voiceConfidence to use itAnd fearlessnessA form of self-awarenessAnd courageVulnerability and self-discoveryHope FaithAnd TrustFrightening and unfamiliarSurreal and foreignWho can I trust?I don't know how to trust myselfLet alone anyone...

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Flying Spaghetti Monster

Flying Spaghetti Monster

(Author’s Note: This short poem refers to a couple of similar childhood events and my thoughts at the time. It is about daddy-Monster's temper and the effect it had on one of my brothers and the rest of us.) I am eight or nine years old;my reckless brother is one year...

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Red Flags

Red Flags

I see them. I saw them even as a child, but I don’t have to not see them anymore. That was then, that was the times – that’s what everyone did. Then. But I am now, in a future you could not/would not go to. As I step through yet another portal in my mind, again a...

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Overture

Overture

I think you meant it, but I couldn’t trust you enough to believe you. For sure you were seeking some sort of closeness, but it was too late. There were too many years of silence, unspoken sentences and rejection. Too many looks of disgust that just brought home that...

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