Deep within the innermost realms of reality
Amidst the darkest shadows of the soul
And the blazing fires of the human mind
Look… See it rising
New and triumphantly glorious
Nature’s symbol of life reborn
The essence of recovery
Are the days spent wildly screaming into the winds
of time and justice
Are the hours spent blindly fighting against
the might of the hurricanes of years gone by.
Are the hours spent in desperate isolation
Struggling to reach the outward mark
Some recognition of who we are and
what we are to become.
Replaced are they,
by the blazing light of truth
and the all encompassing power of love.
The past has died…
It hath been reborn.
must children walk the path of Hell
must tears be shed in the name of the Past
must anyone fear the days yet to come.
Fly reborn Spirit
Bird of light and unending radiance…
Release thy healing energy
To all who have yet to rise
from the ashes below.
That their spirits too shall know rebirth.
Spread your mighty wings and fly
forward into all the world.
That all may know the power of recovery.
Bird of Truth.
Source: BIBRI: Poems in Recovery