Poetry Through Recovery

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Well, it’s almost finished… this is the most difficult book I have ever written and I guess that means something. Scheduled for release on Wednesday, October 31, 2018. Halloween, I know… an important festive day in my life.

I had to burrow into my soul to write this as I thought long about how to approach this book. Did I want it to be some woe-is-me chronological account of my life while I was using and getting sober? Or did I want to approach it in a more emotional way so that while I wrote it, I could actually feel what I felt before and during my recovery?

I opted for the latter because I know there are people out there that still struggle with addiction and recovery. A lot of us think and thought that it was supposed to be some cakewalk. Newly clean and sober people see ‘oldheads’ living their lives in some bodacious harmony and sometimes it’s discouraging because that type of living seems a million moons away. But, it isn’t that far away for any of us.

So that is what I touch on in my memoir as a poetic and essay-ic journey through my last year of using into my first year and beyond in recovery. It’s not pretty sometimes and it’s not supposed to be.

…it’s never too late for a second chance…

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Present the Present

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Here I am

Scarred, bruised; a little broken

But my present is the present

Gone are the moments of moments ago

Lost is the pain that gripped me so snug

Right now is a gift that keeps giving

I can’t go back – cannot go forward

Always in the present moment.

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/17/fowc-with-fandango-present/

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Awkward Moments

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A life riddled

With awkward moments

Passionate

Extreme

So many tales

Tears and laughter

Grief and satisfaction

Photogenic reminiscences of a life endured

Of love suffered

Moments of agony wrapped in splendor

Only awkward felt reasonable

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/awkward/

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Premature Love

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Oh how I wanted to love you

Long and lonely like a lost sunbeam

You floated by

Like a wish in the sky

I was blatant and early

You were shameful and  hollow

There were too many shadows

Not enough heart

So we picked up our scabs

Jogged back to start

Our premature nature

Soaked in a private endeavor

Now we’ve bled apart

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/premature/

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Bitter Cold (Infected) – from Poetry Through Heartbreak

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Frigid hearts and frozen tongues

The metamorphosis of time echoes

Like a dark and twisted sunrise

It lingers

Inside the dreams of the broken

I went to the crick today

And stared across the edge

I thought of you

And how I felt

My sigh so despondent

The trees stopped dancing

And then the nothing

it stood and stared back

Right into my core

Like a sketchy sigh

©2018 DAMGarrity

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/infect/

Infect