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Poems by NA Members About Recovery
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*A Poem of Gratitude * More is Better?.... * My sponsor * Hold me in your arms God * A Part Of or Apart From? * My Freedom From Active Addiction * They Are Only Dreams * The First Thing To feel free * I'M SPECIAL *A POSITIVELY NEGATIVE POEM ABOUT USING *COURAGE *12 Steps I Took *SEVENTY DAYS CLEAN * TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS *Why *Grateful for Our New Life *ARE YOU AN ACTIVE MEMBER? * What has Narcotics Anonymous done for me? * Higher Power * FIRST STEPS *THEN AND NOW *Let go and let God* Forgiveness*Rejoice*Angel*Never Alone*Star of the Mahim Sky*An NA meeting*Call Me*Discovery of Recovery*Friends*Give and Take*I Accept*I am your Disease*It's Funny*Living the Life*Struggle*The Chip in my Pocket*The Difference*The More you Give*Full Serenity Prayer*
A Poem of Gratitude
I am Grateful today....
For my modest lifestyle....
And for my parents love and understanding....
I am Grateful today.....
For another Day in this world.....
And for the friends I have....
Young and old....
I am Grateful today.....
For the faith I have that life will work out....
(and it always does)
Maybe not exactly what I may of had in mind.....
But that part is not up to me...
I can only put in my requests....
An hope for the best....
Understanding, I believe comes later...
Not understanding shouldn't deter me....
Because that part isn't up to me.....
Just the desire to move ahead.
And the desire to Love and accept love
When it is given....
After all that...
I am grateful for whatever shows up
And to be able to give back for what
was freely given.....
David W. Modesto, CA
More is Better?....
My addictions took me further than I wanted to go. It kept me longer than I wanted to stay. It cost me more than I wanted to spend. Tom F.
My sponsor is my worse enemy, my best friend, my hope, my inspiration. My sponsor is my sounding board, my helper, my teacher. My sponsor is one of the most precious gifts my recovery has given me. I thank my Higher Power every day for the privilege of being a part of my sponsor's life.......Author Unknown
Hold me in your arms God
And walk me through this day
Protect me from my doubts and fears
Make the pain inside go away
Carry me through the dark hours God
When all I feel is grief
Fill me with your faith and hope
And the knowledge of belief
I know I am but a child God
Trying to find my way
But with your gentle guidance
I know I ll be okay.
Just for today
A Part Of or Apart From?
If the circle is drawing smaller,
With fewer arms linked in embrace,
And because of trial and confusion,
The smile is leaving our face,
If we want to reach new places,
And have meetings "everywhere",
We must get out of our self-centeredness,
And remember why we are here.
My Freedom From Active Addiction
Once upon a time I really couldn't see
I couldn't understand why life was so unfair to me
The pain ran deep, the fear was great
I knew how to love but learned how to hate
My heart was big, my intentions were good
In the line of fire was where I stood
There were times I wanted to quit
Many more than I care to admit
Life didn't have meaning, I was tired of trying
I wore a mask so no one knew I was lying.
It's really very hard to describe
All the emptiness I felt inside
The fear, the pain, the shame and the guilt
Was the foundation on which my addiction was built
Yesterday is far gone for today is here
As long as I have faith I have nothing to fear
I feel like a new person it's time to make a new start
Today I can be honest and speak from the heart
I believe in miracles because I am one
Thanks to God my life has just begun
The program has taught me a new way to live
Experience, strength and hope is what I have to give
I keep what I got by giving it away
It helps me to stay clean another day
When I feel like giving up I remember the pain
That kept me imprisoned and drove me insane
When I look in the mirror I can truly say
I Love the Woman I am Today
By Debbie C
They Are Only Dreams
Sometimes I dream, and when I awake,
I wonder at first, DID I PARTAKE?
Was it just a dream, or was it real?
Is it okay to feel the way that I feel?
When I dream those dreams, now and then,
It scares me to remember when,
Drugs had total control of my life,
And I had little more than heartache and strife.
Will dreams of a high be what it takes,
To weaken me enough to make a mistake?
Dreams take me back, to the bad old days,
When I lived my life in a smoky haze.
It takes a second awakening sometimes, to see,
That those using dreams are no longer me.
I don't have to be such a miserable bum.
I can see for myself how far I've come.
Today I have tools, to help me get through,
The hard times and dreams that I'm dreaming too.
I know I can get answers I seek,
If I go to a half dozen meetings a week.
The Noon Group
The First Thing
The first thing we learn is to surrender,
To give up the anger and doubt.
We give up the fight that we're fighting,
To see what the straight life 's about.
We admit to ourselves that we're crazy,
And that guilt and self-pity don 't work.
The depression and fear that we 're feeling,
Is not just our own little quirk.
We learn to be willing and honest,
And that N.A. means never alone.
We can talk to a friend in recovery,
At meetings, or just on the phone.
We trust that a Higher Power,
Will give us the spiritual Link
We need to believe in the program,
And change the way that we think.
Recovery is ours if we want it.
We pray for a life that makes sense.
We all know that miracles happen.
We have only ourselves to convince.
The Noon Group
To feel free
To feel free -
A freeing of self,
freedom from fear,
a freedom that gives hope.
To feel hope - hope
That lifts the soul from the
Dark corners of loneliness, hope
That sees light.
To know light - when
Anything and everything that
Your heart has sought to
Be beautiful in being,,is
What you have become within.
May your heart
Feel freedom and hope
And may your soul know light!
In all the world there's nobody like me.
Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me.
Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my voice.
No one can be found who has my handwriting.
Nobody anywhere has my tastes - for food or music or art.
No one sees things just as I do.
In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.
No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I'm the only on in all of creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings.
Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound when all are played together.
I'm a symphony.
Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think or do like me.
I'm Special. I'm rare.
And in rarity there is great value.
Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate others.
I will accept - yes, celebrate - my differences.
And I'm beginning to realize it's no accident that I'm special.
I'm beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose.
He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as I.
Out of all the billi0ons of applicants only on is qualified, only one has the combination of what it takes.
That one is me.
Because . . . I'm Special.
- ANONYMOUS -
A POSITIVELY NEGATIVE POEM ABOUT USING
We used for joy
and became miserable.
We used for sociability
and became argumentative.
We used for sophistication
and became obnoxious.
We used for friendship
and became enemies.
We used to help us sleep
and awakened exhausted.
We used to gain strength
and it made us weaker.
We used for exhilaration
and ended up depressed.
We used for "medical reasons"
and acquired health problems.
We used to get more confidence
and became more afraid.
We used to make conversation
flow more easily and the words
came out slurred and incoherent.
We used to diminish our problems
and saw them multiply.
We used to feel heavenly
and ended up feeling like hell
Courage has many faces.
Courage is a parent, raising a child alone. And lonely. But smiling.
Courage is saying no, even when it makes you unpopular. Because it also makes you strong.
And you'll like yourself a lot more.
Because courage builds the one thing no one can give you, except yourself.
We have visions of the mighty. The powerful. The Brave.
But that's not courage.
Courage is as simple a thing as telling the truth.
Even when it hurts.
12 Steps I TookI took one step, began to moan
I can't do this on my own
I took two steps, began to pray
restore me God, today
I took three steps, gave up my will
maybe God loves me still
I took a fourth, I looked inside
Nothing more would I hide
And on the fifth, I said aloud
I've done some wrong, and I'm not proud
I took six steps, and got prepared
To lose the defects, I was scared
Now I'm at seven, take them away
God for this I pray
And on eight, the list was long
Amends to make for all the wrong
I took nine steps, put down my pride
Forgiveness asked, I will not hide
Ten steps I take each day I pray
Make amends along the way
And on eleven I prayed to know
Each day His will, which way to go
I took twelve steps, I'm like a bird
To others now, I spread the word....
SEVENTY DAYS CLEAN
Seventy days, it is such a short time
Too short, too short for this heart of mine.
I loved with abandon her heart and her ways
She was mine; I was hers for seventy days.
She stumbled; I caught her and held her above me
I let her be her she explained why she loved me
She exclaimed that she loved me like no other before
Yet in seventy days she could love me no more.
That devil addiction stole my true love
My prayers go unanswered when I cry to above
She was honest and brave and she touched my soul
For seventy days then grew devious and cold.
Blinded by denial she can't see the truth
Blinded by the drug that has stolen my youth
We parted in anger's fire it was kindled from denial
But for seventy days I was the man who made her smile.
Then she could not feel like herself
one day out of the blue
I'm still the same but she has changed
now I can't feel her too
We seemed like soul mates and
I dreamed those days would go on and on
We were lovers and best friends for seventy days and then my love was gone.
Duane P., Edmonton, AB
TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS
So, little man, you've grown tired of grass,
LSD, amphetamine, cocaine and hash.
And someone pretending to be a true friend said,
I'll introduce you to "Miss Heroin".
Well, honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me tell you how it will be.
I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men stronger than you to their grave.
you think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
And you'll take me in your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep into your veins,
The craving will drive you nearly insane.
You'll need lots of money as so you were told,
Darling, I'm more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother for just a buck
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charms,
And for contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day you realize the monster you've grown,
You will solemnly vow to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
Then try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot.
The jangling nerves cry for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved by my white little grains.
There is no other way no need to look.
For deep down inside, you know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pusher-man.
And you'll welcome me back in your arms once again.
And when you return, as I foretold,
I know you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your
heart And you will be mine 'til death do us part.
Author Deceased, Heroin overdose
Sadly, some of us (addicts) must die and never find
the path to recovery in Narcotics Anonymous.
Thank God our message is Hope
and the Promise is Freedom,
That an addict, ANY addict,
can stop using, lose the desire to use,
and find a new way to live
Why is it when I'm bored I want to flee this place?
As if feeling lonely was a badge of shame: disgrace.
With that sinking feeling of my willpower going south.
I fire up my pipe, and raise it to my mouth.
Then with a shrug of what the hell, I've already gone to far.
I pull on my clothes, to brave the snows, and head out to the bars.
I've grown so tired: reached my end is there a better way?
I reached out to a friends who told me of N.A.
Life is better: a change has started. Different places friendly faces.
The drugs and I have parted.
If you feel as I did, that you have reached your end.
Walk with me, and N.A. you'll always have a friend.
By a local member.
Grateful for Our New Life
I came to NA with no where to go.
Walked into the room with a hole in my sole.
Come take a seat, sit down won't you please.
They looked at me with smiles, all at ease.
They talked of addiction, the horror, the pain.
Of being alone, with no one to blame.
They told me their stories, of shame and dispair.
A life of discussed, and so unaware.
Afraid of the future, afraid of the past.
They were living a lie, it just couldn't last.
They came to NA, someone said that IT WORKS.
I'll give it a try, We'll see if it works.
Afraid and confused unable to think.
I sat in the chair, I couldn't even blink.
I cried and I listened, they were talking of me.
Oh God, is it true, could they be just like me.
I kept coming back, each time more at ease.
No longer alone, they were all just like me.
I now have a life, no shame or dispair.
The drugs are all gone, today I can care.
Look to the future, unafraid of the past.
Today I have love; I am free at last.
Thanks to NA and the people who share.
You to can be free, you to can care.
No longer alone, no longer in pain.
Today I am grateful, for I know who I am.
By a SCANA member
ARE YOU AN ACTIVE MEMBER?
Are you an active member,
The kind that would be missed?
Or are you just content
That your name is on the list?
Do you attend meetings
And mingle with the flock?
Or do you stay at home
And criticize and knock?
Do you ever work on committees
To see there is no trick?
Or leave the work to just a few
And talk about the clique?
So come to meetings often
and help with hand and heart,
Don't be just a member,
But take an active part.
What has Narcotics Anonymous done for me?
Some unknown person opened the door to the meeting, just for me.
Someone made coffee, just for me.
Someone shared their hope, just for me.
Someone wrote the Basic Text, just for me.
Someone loved me and held my hand through the dark times.
Someone welcomed me and told me that I don't have to do this alone.
Someone asked me to open the doors for a meeting.
Someone asked me to make coffee.
Someone asked me to chair a meeting.
Someone asked me to be their sponsor.
Someone asked me to be a GSR.
Someone asked me to go to Area.
Now I'm not just me and you are not just someone and together WE have stayed clean
Just For Today through NA.
What has service in Narcotics Anonymous given me? It was given me WE!!!!
An addict in service
I wrote the following poem shortly after I realized that I can only help a fellow addict by listening, sharing my experience and what NA has given me. Than I pray and leave the rest to my Higher Power.
Your face is hidden by thoughtful tendencies.
Your eyes are closed, yet still you see.
You try to be stronger than your dependencies.
You only wish to be set free,
of pain and fear, regret and hopelessness.
I only wish to let you heal.
You have discovered the truth of openness.
You have discovered a way to feel.
Confusion, Heartache, Misery, Strife.
We all denied, but drugs made our life.
Shattered trust, battered loved ones, we got from our dope.
We came to NA and in sharing found hope.
With knowledge came acceptance,
with honesty comes trust,
we are learning our lives needn�t be one big bust.
Fighting the good fight, and winning each day.
We get back our courage and pay bills we must pay.
Angry to accepting, shaky to firm-
We don't have to crawl through our lives like a worm.
Though funds are low, and debts are high,
we see we can smile, and feel good,
and not die.
Learning truth makes us free, and reality sublime, we travel a new path--
THEN AND NOW
Some places people shouldn't go,
Till they've been there
They don't know.
The danger that awaits
Them there, a life of long
Feeling good the addict's way,
You take the drug, forget the day.
Hurting people you love so dear,
Stifling those who try to get near.
Knowledge will not help him much,
He holds the drug in a solemn clutch.
Avoiding death at every turn,
his candle quickening brightly burns.
How can anyone call this fun,
Watching as life comes undone?
Swearing you'll change and
Knowing you won't, Telling lie upon
Lie while saying you don't.
Frustration becomes an emotional
Fix, the body is turning weak and sick.
Holding on to fading highs, getting lost
In the web of lies.
All that you had before you began,
Has been lost ot stolen or got up and ran.
The bills were paid you know it
You swear, as people come looking for
Money not there.
The highs are gone the lows are
Here, the judge gives you
Times to make it clear.
Since sanity left a long time ago,
How to get it back I really don't know.
Give me an answer, give me a sign,
Please lord help me I'm out of time.
Suddenly from somewhere out of the blue,
A voice says "I'll help you, I'm an addict, too."
I can't be an addict, this is just a
Bad dream, addicts die helpless
in a gutter or stream.
It's been some years now since
I cam clean, admitted I'm an
Addict and it's not just a dream.
I take 12 Steps, then I do it again,
I pray to my H.P. cause H.P. helps me
I'm alive here and now, because
I live for today, with my
Sponsor and and Meetings the
LET GO AND LET GOD
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend;
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone;
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
you never did let go."
- NA Samachar, Bombay ASC
The friend who ran off with
your wife -
Forgive him for his lust;
The chum who sold you phony
Forgive for his breach of trust;
The pal who schemed behind
your back -
Forgive his evil work;
And when you're done, forgive
For being such a jerk.
When some dear friend drives
off a bridge,
Rejoice should he survive !
And when that friend is beaten
Rejoice if he's alive !
And should that friend get
Rejoice if he pull through !
But by and large and most of
Rejoice it wasn't you.
The pal who schemed behind
your back -
Forgive his evil work;
And when you're done, forgive
For being such a jerk.
Last night I had a dream;
It had a tale to tell.
I dreamed I saw an angel;
Poor thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered
His wings were ripped and torn
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to him to ask;
Angel? How can this be?
He turned around and paused a (bit),
Then he spoke these words to me:
"I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great task as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done to me.
These bruises are from shielding you
In times both dire and ill.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill
You see my wings are ripped and torn;
A noble badge I wear;
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish--more than once-
That I was unemployed.
If only you could make it
Standing on your own;
Oh, don't you fret or worry--
But please try to remember--
I'm getting old and frail.
I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him in despair.
The next day I sat and pondered:
Should I really try?
And in the distance I thought I heard;
A frail old angel cry.
You and Me
You are my mirror
you are my reflection
you are my guiding light
stay close to me
never go out of my sight
you are my voice
you are my sharing light
you make me talk
you make me walk
to the path of the light
my sharing guiding light
- Percy, NA Newsletter, Bombay ASC
STAR OF THE MAHIM SKY
We have a star sharer, Anil B is his name Wide is his reach and far goes his fame He can smell a dirty fart and tell you what you've eaten, In the Guinness Book of Records his name is being written
Chorus Hashish to AshesLust to Dust If Brown doesn't get you, Meeting Anil is a must !
He's a decent sort of bloke, don't mean no harm Don't go by his frown, he's got loads of charm He's the coolest wildcat in all of Mumbai town Just got screwed by girls and jacked by Brown
At times he'll wear a tie, at times a harness To let you all know that he means business. When he's in for a penny, he's in for a pound, He's the guy who makes the world go around.
He has no opinion on outside issues, You can screw your doggie, or come in your shoes. Do anything elsewhere he'll even help you choose; To pull the trigger or tighten your noose.
He'll share this with you, when he's in fine fettle, That a girl has tits and flowers have petals. He's got a few scores that he must first settle, And he's looking for a weapon that's made of gun metal.
He's ever ready for a showdown, and ready for the test; When he goes to work, they ask him to rest. Hospitals are pretty smelly, and jails have dirt; Only Institutions, he says, will know my true worth.
- Ron D
AN NA MEETING
What is an NA Meeting?
You might ask of me
There wouldn't be a way to
if you've never been there to
It's a special sort of magic
that comes from the people in
And if you'd like to feel it
you should try to visit soon.
The magic comes from
and the lack of fear within
That this strange bunch of
have been blessed to share
They all came here as losers
that had tried their best and
Some walked off of the
while others had to be jailed.
No matter how they got here
they were so sure it wouldn't
I've never met anyone
that didn't think we all were
We all felt we were way to
to ever belong in this place
Even though most of us
had arrived here in disgrace.
But having nowhere else to
We thought why not stay
The thing we couldn't
understand at all
was what made these people
But little by little the magic
crept in so deep inside
And without our knowing or
we no longer had to hide.
That's the way it was for me
and it's still that way today
That's why whenever I'm
asked to share
I say I love NA.
I don't say that to sound cool
or to sound like a guru to you
I share how much I love NA
because that statement is true.
It wasn't always that way
so if you think I am full of
Keep coming back for as
long as you can
so someday you can
If one day you feel like crying
I don't promise you that
I will make you laugh
But I can cry with you
If one day you want to run away
Don't be afraid to
I don't promise to ask you to stop
But I can run with you
If one day you don't want
to talk to anybody;
and I promise to be very quiet
If one day you call and there is no answer.
Come fast to see me .....
DISCOVERY OF RECOVERY
Chasing the man, trying to score, Just one more fix, then no more.
So many years, hiding the pain, Staying high, just to maintain.
Thought I had my life under control, What I had was a very empty soul.
Angel of darkness stayed by my side, Couldn't see the light for foolish pride.
My spirit is dead, this must end, Where to start, so I can begin.
Surrendering, I made a great discovery, A new way of life they called Recovery.
A journey beyond my wildest hope, No more, will I ever need to use dope.
God leads me the way just for today, And all I ever had to do was Pray.
Narcotics Anonymous has become my home, They give me Love I've never known.
I am so blessed for this second chance to see, The freedom of life meant to be.
- Stella Marie Kendall
The little girl you played with
the boy who pulled your hairy
our brownie and your cub scout troop
had so much joy to share;
the friend who glossed your virgin lips
the one who taught a kiss
those mentioned in your diary
aahhh, such friends do you miss.
The guy who sold you your first pill
oh - what a pal was he!
He said, just pay me next time
my friend, this one's on me.
The girl who passed the joint to you
and giggled when you coughed
-"keep toking ***** - I'll teach you
harden up, babe, you're too soft".
Remember that cool party
oh - the friends you had back then!
As needles entered teenage arms
you really felt like men.
Pass that bottle to me, please
hey - don't drink it all!
Oh, you have another?
Will you catch me when I fall?
Nothing bonds a pair of friends
like sleeping in the street
covered by a coat for two
sharing their defeat.
Who but a pal will give you
the shirt right of their back?
And often will be kind enough
to share their hit of crack.
No one likes to feel alone
it's fun to swap your sorrow
together you can walk the path
destroying your tomorrow.
Somewhere friend, along the way
confusion did set in -
for friends should lift your spirits
not dim the light within.
So choose your cohorts wisely,
start changing friends today.
Find a kindred spirit
whose essence lights the way
to your new way of living
return of simple pleasure
the friends who free your soul from strife
are those whom you will treasure!
Copyright/ Lori William
GIVE AND TAKE
Wake up in the morning, Thank God for the day. Have a program and stick to it; Keeping it simple, the NA Way.
Do the things you have to do, It's only for today. At home, at work & at meetings too, Be aware; you'll be OK
Be vulnerable, Take responsibility, Admit powerlessness, Cut out negativity; Go to a meeting, Read literature, Share with others, Talk to your sponsor.
Who do you think, suggests all this; My sponsor, no prizes for the guess. Live the program and work the steps, Every moment of every day, he sezz.
And then - I ask him, how much of this do you do? He replies "some of it, dear friend, I already do. The rest, as I tell you; I see the need to do too."
- Ron D, NA Samachar
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost ... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall in ... it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
I AM YOUR DISEASE
I hate meetings. I hate Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the desease of addiction. Alcoholism, drugs, eating disorders, -- makes me no difference. I am cunning, baffling and powerful. That's me!! I have killed millions, and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? Wasn't I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die, didn't you call me? Wasn't I always there? I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love when I make you feel so numb that you can neither hurt or cry... you cant feel anything at all. This is true glory. I give you instant gratification and all I ask of you is long term suffering. I've always been there for you. When things were going right in your life, you invited me. You said you didn't deserve these good things, and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all the good things in your life.
People don't take me seriously. They take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools that they are, they don't know that without my help these things would not be possible. I am such a hated disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have chosen me over reality, peace and serenity.
More than you hate me, I hate all of you who have a 12 step program. Your program, your meetings, your Higher Power, all weaken me and don't allow me to function in the manner I am accustomed to.
Now I must lie here quietly. You don't see me, but I am growing bigger than ever. When you only exist, I live. When you live, I only exist. But I'm here... and until we meet again, IF we meet again I wish you continued DEATH and SUFFERING.
-- Author Unknown
Funny how people in NA want to get
clean, provided they don't have to believe,
think, say, or do anything different in
Funny how we cannot fit a meeting into
our busy lives, but can schedule social
events at a moment's notice.
Funny how people scramble to get a front
seat at any game, but scramble to get a
back seat at a meeting.
Funny how long an hour spent at a
meeting is, but how short two hours are
watching a movie.
Funny how we get thrilled when a football
game goes into overtime, but we complain
when a meeting goes over the regular
Funny how a $5.00 bill looks so big in the
basket at a meeting, but so small when
you take it to any store.
Funny how laborious it is to read a
chapter in the Basic Text, and how easy it
is to read 100 pages of a best selling novel.
Funny how much we believe what
newspapers say, but question so much
about our program of recovery.
Funny how simple it is for some people to
explain about how you should be working
the program, but how difficult it is for
them to practice it in their own lives.
Funny how long an hour performing
service work seems and how short 60
minutes spent fishing, playing golf or
Funny how we can't think of anything to
say when we pray, yet have no difficulty
thinking of things to talk about at a
Funny, isn't it?
LIVING THE LIFE
THIS IS "THE LIFE"
IF YOU DON'T SAY NOPE,
YOU DEDICATE YOUR LIFETO
WHETHER YOU SNORT, SLAM
OR SMOKE THE GLASS DICK,
YOU'VE SOLD YOUR SOUL,
TO SOMETHING SICK...
YOU WON'T NOTICE BUT
YOUR LIFE WILL CHANGE,
YOU'LL BECOME SOMETHING SCARY
THEN SOMETHING STRANGE...
PEOPLE OFFER YOU FOOD
THINKING OF YOUR CONDITION,
THEY SEE YOU TORE UP
ONCE AGAIN YOU PASS
THE FOOD ON THE TABLE,
YOU DO ANOTHER BLAST
FOR NOW YOU ARE ABLE...
YOU THEN SPIN AROUND TOWN
THINKING YOU ARE COOL,
**** WHAT THEY THINK
YOU'RE NOBODYS FOOL...
BUT ONE BY ONE
PEOPLE LEAVE YOU ALONE,
THEY'RE STARTING TO SEE
THE MONSTER YOU'VE GROWN...
FIRST IT'S YOUR FRIENDS
THEN YOUR KIDS THEN YOUR WIFE,
YOU'RE FINALLY CONVINCED YOU DON'T
NEED THEM TRASHING YOUR LIFE...
THEN ONE DAY YOU REALIZE
AND FINALLY SEE,
THAT THEY'RE ALL A PART
OF A CONSPIRACY...
YOU SHAKE THE THOUGHT
AND DO ANOTHER BLAST,
THINKING AND WONDERING
HOW LONG THIS CAN LAST...
WHAT ONCE WAS DAYS
IS NOW TIME OF NO LENGTH,
YOUR HABIT ROLLS ON
GROWING IN STRENGTH...
WHAT ONCE WAS KICKS
IS NOW TOO REAL,
YOU NOW GET A BRAINSTORM
AND THINK YOU SHOULD DEAL...
NOW THE **** JUST TOOK
A NASTY TURN,
YOU'VE JUMPED IN THE FIRE
AND YOU'RE STARTING TO BURN...
AT FIRST YOU'RE TAKEN, SHAKEN
AND TREATED LIKE A LAME,
BUT BEFORE TOO LONG
YOU BECOME HIP TO THE GAME...
FIRST THING YOU REALIZE
AND THIS IS A MUST,
YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD
YOU CAN REALLY TRUST...
NOW ALL YOUR TIME
IS SPENT MAKING ROUNDS,
FIRST IT'S QUARTERS, GRAMS
THEN OUNCES THEN POUNDS...
AND NOW YOU'RE ONTO
THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK,
YOU'VE DECIDED "HEY"
I'LL BECOME THE "COOK"...
YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART
IT'S GOING TO BE TROUBLE,
SITTING IN YOUR LAB
WATCHING YOUR BUBBLE...
YOU'RE NOW A TARGET FOR
THE COPS, FEDS AND THE DEA,
KNOWING ALL THIS
YOU CONTINUE TO PLAY...
THINGS IN THIS LIFE
ARE SO ****ING INTENSE,
YOU ARE THINKING "WHAT HAPPENED"?
IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!
THEN ONE NIGHT WHEN
YOU'RE MINDING YOUR STORE,
AND 16 PUNK COPS COME
CRASHING THROUGH YOUR DOOR...
THEY SLAM YOU DOWN
PUT THEIR FEET IN YOUR CHEST,
THEY SAY "HELLO STUPID"
YOU'RE "UNDER ARREST"...
YOU KNOW IT'S ALL OVER
WHEN YOU GET INTO COURT,
TO FIND THERE ARE 15 INFORMANTSON
YOUR POLICE REPORT...
WHILE YOU WALK THE YARD
YOU'VE GOT TIME TO REFLECT,
HOW HAS YOUR LIFE
BECOME SO ****ED UP AND WRECKED?...
THEN IT SUDDENLY FLASHES
LIKE A NEON SIGN,
"HEY THERE BROTHER"
"WANT ANOTHER LINE?"
SOBERLY YOU REALIZEIN
YOUR WORLD OF STRIFE,
THE PRICE IS SO HEAVY FOR
"LIVING THE LIFE"
- Bob M
One day a man saw a butterfly shuttering on the sidewalk, locked in a seemingly hopeless struggle to free itself from its now useless cocoon.
Feeling pity, he took a pocket-knife, carefully cut away the cocoon and set the butterfly free. To his dismay, it lay on the sidewalk, convulsed weakly for a while and died.
A biologist later told him, "That was the worst thing you could have done. A butterfly needs that struggle to develop the muscles to fly. By robbing him of the struggle, you made him to weak to live."
- Author Unknown
THE CHIP IN MY POCKET
I carry a chip in my pocket, A simple reminder to me, Of the fact that I am a addict, No matter where I might be.
This little chip is not magic, Nor is it a good luck charm, It isn't meant to protect me, From emotional or physical harm.
When I put my hand in my pocket, To bring out a coin or a key, The chip is there to remind me, Of the price I pay to be free.
To acquire a foundation to stay clean, I must surrender self-will, Asking help from a Higher Power, And allow my mind to be still.
A service commitment at meetings, And listening to what my sponsor does say, A quiet prayer asking for guidance, At the start and end of each day.
The chip reminds me to be grateful, For my recovery, one day at a time, And to be thankful to my Higher Power, That my illness is not a crime.
It's also a daily reminder, Of the peace and comfort I share, With all other clean addicts, Who walk in NA's loving care.
So I carry a chip in my pocket, Reminding no one but me, That, by turning my will over daily, NA has brought me recovery.
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just rumbled around me heavier came each task; "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered. He said, "But you didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me, He said "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided "My Child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to Pray.
THE MORE YOU GIVE
The more you give, the more you get --
The more you laugh, the less you fret --
The more you do UNSELFISHLY, The more you live ABUNDANTLY . .
The more of everything you share, The more you'll always have to spare --
The more you love, the more you'll find That life is good and friends are kind . . .
For only WHAT WE GIVE AWAY, ENRICHES US FROM DAY TO DAY
FULL SERENITY PRAYER
GOD, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Living ONE DAY AT A TIME; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardship as the path way to peace.
Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen
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