#RecoveryPoetics

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“Nothing to worry about-you make the front page only if you screw up.” Another one I’ve posted before because I wanted to show the new pretty backing. Fabric tape is the best. I need to get more. Recovery is about pushing through even though you know you WILL screw up at some point. #keepongoing #recovery #mentalhealth #blackoutpoetry #blackoutpoem #atlantablackoutpoetry #atlantapoet #recoverypoet #erasurepoetry #artheals #poetryheals #alifeworthliving #hopeisreal https://www.instagram.com/p/B7WoPKwl5ae/?igshid=178k9tyst6cfm

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My Tumblr Activity: I lied?

Today I am a puddle.

Today I lied.

Today I’m missing my friend.

So, Today I write.

Why?

Where?

Why?

Today.

Tomorrow?

Will there be?

YES!

YEEEEEES!

Please?

Who am I begging to?

What am I begging against?

What am I betting on?

On a wish?

No, on a truth.

A recovery Truth.

My Truth is: that I cannot fully break.

I live so presently my break looks like this.

My truth is: I am missing my friend.

My friend is missing.

My Friend.

Friend.

No My.

No ownership.

Control through tolerance?

Obedience?

Silent Treatments?

Nonobservance?

Avoidance?

CONTROL THROUGH TOLERANCE.

TOLERATE… LOVE.

LOVE.

Express, love.

LOVE.

EXPRESS.

Consider those things.

Expression and love in the present

Not past.

No one can win in the past.

And there is no competition in the present.

There is only love.

LOVE.

LOVE?

LOVE.

LOVE.

A puddle.

A PUDDLE.

A puddle of love.

Swim with me?

There is no such thing as drowning…

Because there is only healing.

Swim with me in a vat of love.