Inspiring Recovery Poems Novels & Stories

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

, I asked. I got on the stool and brought the box down. 1.Dear Val, Just like my morning coffee, You give me a fresh start. Just like a stuck up song, You keep going on in my mind. Just like my canvas, You inspire me to experiment. Just like my crazy will, You excite me to break my shell. Just like another story, To tempt me till the end. You are an adventure, Much to explore and much more to discover... The one which you want to never get over.

- Caitlin Cooper ************************************ The line from this quote "when you're broken you need to be reborn" resembles me so much. I was broken to the extent that I was not even seeing the positive light in my life. I did not know how to save myself from the damage that was done to me; I could not even see the shore to survive or land; I was too into the depth of the water to be saved. The only person that can keep myself from going insane was only me; Only. Me. I. was the only one now who can rescue myself from the detriment I was going to foist upon myself. Throughout my life while growing up I only heard people saying "I'm suffering so much or I'm in pain" but I only understo

This was not the typical light party performance; it was pained and heavy. Each split was opened and then forced to open a little bit more. As if each action took a toll on her body and soul. She would fall along the fabric and show how hard it was to climb back up. And then, like her effort meant nothing, she would go back down into another fall. It was a shout out to all who suffer and rise to try again. It was an ode to struggle. For an undetermined number of minutes, he didn't take his eyes off of her. Then he felt a bump against his shoulder, bringing him out of his daze.

"When you do, it feels like you've been given a new life. Everything is more beautiful and you fight with everything in your heart to keep your loved ones safe. Family is my lifeline now. And it always will be." I was given a soft wave of applause as I made my way to the door. "Recovery may seem impossible, but time is the only bridge that doesn't erode." I bowed my head and left the room. Restlessness kept me mobile and agitated. I went to my room and grabbed my guitar, mindlessly playing to keep my hands occupied. I stood and walked, musically accompanying my stride. The sun was setting, I could feel the shadows growing around me. "Yes, Kanna?" I felt her hand hover before resting on my sh

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

Said Black Jesus, “You don’t have the manpower to go against any of those two gangs, especially since you don’t have a group you belong too.” “What Black Jesus is trying to say is that your plan is brilliant but risky, Mastermind! You are out in parole, remember?” he sighed, “How about you focus on your recovery and your son and your academics? You can still write your year exams if you want too. You can still pave a better future for yourself, Mastermind.” “And that’s what I`m exactly going to do. That’s why you are all here.” I said, “I have a task for each of you in this mission of redemption.”

"You did it, Jace. You're seeing the world again." As Jace ventured forth into the uncharted landscape of relearning to see, embracing the complexities of a world inundated with visual stimuli, he discovered an unyielding resolve to find purpose in his experiences. His journey became an unwavering source of inspiration, a testament to the enduring power of hope, resilience, and the remarkable capacity for redemption that had ignited a fiery resolve within him.

I felt the weight of the crowd's expectations on my shoulders, and I felt feverish and sick all of a sudden. The memories of my past and my struggles came rushing back to me, and I felt overwhelmed. I took a deep breath and began to speak, telling the audience about my journey as an artist and what inspired my work. I spoke about my passion for art and my love for life, and the audience was captivated. As I spoke, I saw Hermes nod his head in agreement, and I felt a sense of validation and recognition. I finished my speech to a round of applause, and I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me.

Lawrence traced intricate patterns over my racing heart. “What inspiration wears flesh and form? Let impulse guide the vision waiting concealed in small forgotten corners...” he asked. His coaxing words kindled spark to flame. I rose determined, pulling his smooth hand toward my studio lair once more. Visions swirled chaotic still untranslated to canvas. But blank void no longer overwhelmed so starkly. Hope and lover's wisdom filled that desolate gaping maw instead where only bleakest resignation ruled hours earlier. Moving meditation restored faith, gnawing doubt down to size.