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MARY G

MARY G

A young woman in need of recovery, God sent me an angel named Mary. In the hospital where I lay, Mary spotted me across the way. Mary G. was not alone; there were two others who have now passed on. Mary G. began to speak; "God gives to one recovery by the power of...
THE OBJECTS SPEAK

THE OBJECTS SPEAK

A little boat with iron bushmen in it on a curio shelf, saying “That man is a bigot.”A little clay pot made into a mouth with eyes, saying “Watch out, he is mean.”Many old-style keys framed on black velvet and under glass, saying “So many lies, such hurt, such...
Drama

Drama

DRAMA  Raised in a drama-filled home, I inherit the taste for drama...My drama would present itself as a victim; All I would need is a participant that would love to travel the same road…And we would make a right turn on the street called Victim.On...
ADOPTED

ADOPTED

A short poem about not belonging and wondering if I was adopted as a child. It's also about my new adopted recovery family. ADOPTED Twelve or thirteen years old: Nobody hears me. I don’t belong in my family. I wonder if I was adopted. I don’t fit...
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