Recovery

Don't silence your testimony.
Don't whisper your story.
Notice your glory.
Speak every chapter with honest words and finish every sentence with assurance.
Appreciate your own endurance.
See the lesson within the pain 
and learn from the rain.
Read aloud and say it proudly.
Yes, Judgment comes 
And it comes loudly
But it doesn't make opinions into facts
And it doesn't pay your bills..
Take it as it comes and stay out your feels.
Someone needs to hear your story.
Someone needs to know that you survived.
They need to know their reality isn't all dark and not be deprived.
Someone has prayed for your guidance 
Someone has wished for your strength 
So why silence a story that shows hope 
And shorten the wavelength.
Recovery is possible and relapse is true
Not one story is exactly the same but we can encourage each other and give respect where it's due.
Addiction is a decease and no, I'm not talking about the flue.
It lives within us until we die..
Recovery is hard, I ain't gone lie.
But it's worth it and it's possible.
Addiction may spare us our heartbeat
But it may cost us everything from our health to our home
Lost is where we roam
Rock bottom is where we meet and recovery is where we greet.
A relapse is a undervalued lesson and the morning after is our "fresh start" 
No one survives this without a taste of the truthful tart.
Sobriety sucks and we don't say it enough
Because in recovery you gotta be a ray of sunshine and remain tough.
It's rough
My story begins with a welling inhale and it must end when I have finally exhaled.
Drugs may have shaped me but I have prevailed. 
I'm the addict that won't hush and I won't hide away
I'm seen and I'm heard 
But my voice isn't what I'm REALLY trying to share anyway
It's my Father's 
I want to show His glory when I walk 
And speak His word when I talk
I want to inspire strangers and make my foes doubt.
I want to lead others on His route.
My hands aren't clean and I may not be flawless
But my scars show determination and I'm not worthless
My story has pain and it has loss
My children are living proof that love can be lost.
Drugs come with a cost.
My story has ugly chapters and beautiful ones too! 
It has my fall down and my comeback
It has advice on every page and it has humor too.
I read it aloud every now and again to remind myself that it isn't over.
Remind others that I'm human and show my truth.
Recognize that we are the exception and the surviving youth 
Agree to disagree and take the good with the bad
Take the happy with the sad.
Hop upon the wagon and live soberly
Be grateful we got this seat when so many overdosed prematurely.
Praise more than we complain 
And be open to learning
Understand we can't overcome just from running.
Let's take a stand and flaunt our scars
Let's make wishes upon shooting stars
My story is triumphant and my Father gently placed a semicolon where I wanted it to end.
The devil thought I would break but Instead I would just bend.
Broken but not inferior.
A work in progress is more like it
I'm a blessed mess.
I'm here for all my blessings and I won't settle for less!
My story will impact someone that He assigned to me.
I believe I'm here to tell it and to prove that there's more than second chances.
I'm here to cheer on my peers and enjoy all the slow dances. 
May my words uplift and my vision prevail.
That's the end of this poem, wanna hear more just message me & check your mail.