Recovery through writing

A place to share writing that inspires and encourages

Writing is my outlet

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  • It’s the way I process,

    Work through hard times.

    It started by accident really.

    A nurse suggested writing about what I was experiencing,

    What I was going through.

    So I put pen to paper,

    And just started.

    It started as small pieces of prose,

    Detailing what was on my mind at the time.

    I enjoyed it,

    And shared it with others.

    I receieved great feedback,

    Encouragement to keep on writing.

    I then discovered the joy of writing poetry.

    It was hard to begin with,

    But over time,

    The easier it became.

    Now I can put out a new poem in ten minutes.

    If I find myself distressed about something,

    Someone has hurt me,

    The voices are hounding me,

    I put on my writing cap.

    Then the words just flow,

    Flow right through me,

    Onto the paper.

    I get pleasure from sharing my poems with others.

    Some like them because they are interested in learning about my experiences,

    Others, because they give them hope,

    Hope to keep going.

    This is the ultimate desire for my poetry.

    For it to reach out to those who suffer distress,

    Let them know they are NOT alone,

    And that it is okay to talk.

    This is my dream,

    My hope,

    This is it.

  • It’s the way I process,

    Work through hard times.

    It started by accident really.

    A nurse suggested writing about what I was experiencing,

    What I was going through.

    So I put pen to paper,

    And just started.

    It started as small pieces of prose,

    Detailing what was on my mind at the time.

    I enjoyed it,

    And shared it with others.

    I receieved great feedback,

    Encouragement to keep on writing.

    I then discovered the joy of writing poetry.

    It was hard to begin with,

    But over time,

    The easier it became.

    Now I can put out a new poem in ten minutes.

    If I find myself distressed about something,

    Someone has hurt me,

    The voices are hounding me,

    I put on my writing cap.

    Then the words just flow,

    Flow right through me,

    Onto the paper.

    I get pleasure from sharing my poems with others.

    Some like them because they are interested in learning about my experiences,

    Others, because they give them hope,

    Hope to keep going.

    This is the ultimate desire for my poetry.

    For it to reach out to those who suffer distress,

    Let them know they are NOT alone,

    And that it is okay to talk.

    This is my dream,

    My hope,

    This is it.