Methamphetamine Abuse Poems

• Mar
  01

  T'was the Night Before Rehab.

  T'was the night before rehab and all through my brain,
  Danced so many creatures like fear, hope and pain.
  To the top of the mountain, a place called "the farm."
  My training began-despite my alarm,
  My guard was up as I'd done this before
  And I prayed it would leave when I entered the door.
  "Have a treatment experience" J.D. had said.
  It was then I realized, I still had some dread.
  But my nerves settled down and my work than began
  On the numerous tasks found in my treatment plan.
  One of my first tasks was relating my story,
  Which then quickly led to a self-inventory.
  Anger, resentment, selfishness and fear
  Were a few of my defects that appeared crystal clear.
  Manipulation, pride, impatience and lust,
  Intolerance, dishonesty Change was a MUST!
  I listed my assets to gain perspective
  And realized once more, I was not all defective.
  Honesty, openness, the ability to care.
  Self-acceptance, commitment and hope-not despair.
  Patience and tolerance, the willingness to grow.
  An attitude of gratitude began now to show.
  Confronted with more insight, to now greater depths,
  I knew it was the right time to re-work The Steps.
  Powerless-unmanageable the nature of me
  Focused my thoughts back on step 2 and 3.
  Inventory, confession, readiness and prayer.
  Tackled my short comings and lessened their glare.
  Made amends to my family, to whom I'd done harm
  And a daily spot check it worked like a charm.
  Now I prayed for the knowledge of God's will for me,
  As I completely surrendered and then was set free.
  T'was the night before discharge and all through my brain
  No longer danced feelings like fear, dread and pain.
  I was leaving the mountain, a place called "the farm"
  An as I was told it had done me no harm.
  Some changes occurred as the result of my stay.
  The first one that stands out was my action of play.
  More faith and more trust, a stronger program to live,
  More ability to take and not just to give.
  Courage, humility gifts from God above
  Deeper serenity and a greater self-love.
  My time now has come to say my final good-bye
  One Day at a Time, I no longer live high!
  
  Anonymous

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  Posted on March 1st, 2011

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