My journey through the "hard stuff" in therapy. Most of this was written in 1984-1986. New in substance abuse recovery, new to therapy and in massive pain. I look back a these writings and realize how far I have come. I didn't even know how to wish for the life I have now.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Walls of fear
Built from utter terror
Slowly torn down
Left open in part
But rebuilt of golden
Blocks of pure love
Windows now, eyes to
See and guard
Doors of oak
To shut out the dark
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