Help, direction needed Come in, relax, join the conversation It’s a question of intent It is OK for us to say “I don’t know” alot. Love is it. It’s all about love Living in the QUESTIONS What questions would you ask? Why not reach out to anyone.
Category: Poetry
Short poems and creative writing from my recovery journey.
Bonk by Jill Brame
I trudged back through the chortens, in the with the horse bells the rancid yack butter Just content not to be in the Abyss nor the Tiger, for that matter, Meanwhile the mouse at the strawberries. The poem wasn’t mine. It came to me through a lady who was preparing to move house and had…
Take What You Need
My connection with Piha began long before I ever stood on its sand. It started with a stamp — a tiny picture of Lion Rock that my uncle sent me when I was young. I didn’t know then how important that image would become, or how many times I would return to that coastline in…
To You
I wrote this during the weeks my son’s father was in hospital. It’s a piece from a time when everything felt fragile. This was also many decades ago. Your life has been a challenge, and still the battle goes on Think of yourself as a warrior and that the fight has almost won Remember you’ve…
Me!
This is a poem about addiction to alcohol. I felt chained whilst I was writing this many years ago. I’ve been sober for Over a 1 year. It remains a demon Though for attention, demanding I be aware Be conscious, Mapped the unmapped waters. My animal cortex, uncontrollable and controlling, A paradox, with my…