Poem

The Color Dread

The Color Dread

I was five years old. daddy-Monster told me to take out the trash. I remember the color dread. What if I did it wrong? Then daddy-Monster would explode. But he didn’t explode. I must have done it right. I remember catholic...

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Promises

Promises

Promising changePromising reliefIf I am willing to do the workI will turn over a new leafFreedom is a giftLike a breath of fresh airI have new healthy choicesA life I now can bearLiving in the presentMindful and awakeFeeling Higher Powers loveFor recovery...

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