Just another treatment center,
Through the revolving door,
Just out of the institution,
Here I am again once more…
It’s different this time I say,
And I mean it from the heart,
I can’t do this anymore,
But I’ve said that from the start…
Wanting to believe in myself,
And down deep inside I knew,
That I had no more chances,
And this place I wanted to pursue…
I was scared but yet relieved,
That I’d finally sunk so low,
Hesitant but yet so eager,
To learn, to strive to grow…
Smiling faces greeted me warmly,
Didn’t know how I could trust,
Knew vigilance was a priority,
Rigorous honesty a must…
From misery to hope,
From despair to desire,
From sorrow to love,
And with my Higher Power…
The counseling, the therapy,
The classes that are here,
Reinforces the fact,
That when the student is ready, the teacher appears…
Slowly building a foundation,
The ladies can clearly see,
My self esteem’s been so low,
And they help me feel free…
Come from a place of self loathing,
Pity and despair,
Lots of confusion and regret,
But finally I care…
Hope has opened it’s door,
And I’m grateful to say,
That I utilize my network,
I write and I pray…
I admitted my desperation,
A gift in perfect disguise,
And if I keep moving forward,
There awaits the prize…
Poetry