Keeping me safe when I destroyed myself,
He gave me strength I always felt.
Even through my denial,
Spitting rage, toxic and bile,
He was there.
Black and blue,
Battered and shattered,
I had lost the fight.
Broken, he knew
Every step took all my might.
My decision he made easy.
My life previously made me queasy.
I picked up my pieces and brought them with me.
He is here.
Now there is hope
That I can mend my soul,
That I may learn to grow
And make a home.
He saved me.
Poem About Recovery
Through The Ashes
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016 with permission of the Author.
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