A Way Out Addiction Treatment Center Newsletter #3 03/2013 | Page 19

CONCLUSION
This Editions Poem
I Bleed
Behind these eyes;
My entire soul cries;
Pieces of my heart;
Unfold under hurt;
All I have left to hold;
Is myself, behold;
Empty and broke;
It‘s going to get harder before it gets easier.
But it WILL get better,
You just got to make it through the hard stuff first.

Listen, my words are spoke;
Screaming from within;
I want out of my skin;

CONCLUSION

Feelings of abandon;
Bearing the scars of years I branded;
Into my veins;

This particular edition was extremely
interesting for me.
I have had my personal battles with low
self esteem and frozen feelings, and it has
taken many years and many hours of
carfully examining myself to evenly begin
to scratch the surface.
I am however constantly reminded, mostly
by my sponsor, of the obvious, which is
the easiest for me to forget namely that
we are works in progress and that it‘s
about progress NOT perfection.
My thanks to Hein and his team for
checking through what I sometimes
believe to be mindless babbling, and for
pointing me down the right path in
researching for the articles included.
Until next time, let‘s keep on One Day At
A Time remembering that recovery is
possible.

A WAY OUT ADDICTION
TREATMENT CENTRE

Evil spirits remain;
Fighting for freedom;
I hold on longer than most;
Tired and sick I feel within;
Needles and poison heal the webs I spin;
Surrender I must;
I come to the trust;
Take away my pain I plead;
I'm just like you,
We are the same;
I've cut my ties and here I bleed.