I’ve seen miracles happen before my eyes,

witnessed empty souls become human again.

More than human, I’ve seen them struggle

and fight against an invisible,

yet all-consuming, foe. One who is

dark, deceptive, relentless and cruel.

 

I’ve watched them grow with a determination,

grace and humility unknown to the masses.

They have found new depths of consciousness

and understanding worthy of any monk or mystic.

Dark eyes once sunken now lifted and bright

and skins pallor now blushes with hope.

 

And, yes, I’ve seen them fall and flounder

but never fail because once they have seen

how it can be, it doesn’t leave them.

We may be pulled back under, time and again

by our demon of choice, but each time

we resurface with precious lessons learned.

 

Recovery is not just change,

for change is too small a word.

It is not merely putting down the bottle,

ditching the pin or putting out smoke.

Its not just quitting.

It’s starting again.

 

It is renewed vitality, a different outlook,

a spiritual kick up the backside.

It can allow you to find what it was

you felt you were missing in life.

It is learning to let go whilst

knowing it’s going to be OK.