Golden sunlight falls across the face of a wall clock.

A Poem for The Addict Still Struggling

Written by, River B.

Hour one: put it down

Hour two: tell someone

Hour three: get to a meeting

Hour four: it’s Higher Power I’m seeking

Hour five: listen, journal, cry

Hour six: you gotta stay alive

Hour seven: stay with the pack

Hour eight: flush the stash

Hour nine: okay, now breathe

Hour ten: stay in your seat

Hour eleven: first step, remember

Hour twelve: it starts with surrender

Published in A New Leaf – November 2026


More Articles

  • Becoming

    Created by, Liz M. Published in A New Leaf – July 2026

    Becoming
  • There is Hope for the Doctor in Recovery

    Written by, Anonymous I’m a marijuana addict in recovery, and I am also a physician. I have struggled with my addiction in secrecy for my entire life, with not even my sister knowing the extent of my use. I lived a double life—one where I was a “goody-two-shoes” and “smarty pants” and the other where…

    There is Hope for the Doctor in Recovery
  • Dear Mary Jane,

    Written by, Don S. There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever be writing this. I pretended and wanted to tell myself that this day would never come. When we first got together and for the first couple of years of our relationship, this ending was not on my bingo card. I…

    Dear Mary Jane,
  • The Dream Slayer

    Written by, Bill H. Here is a word that silently destroys more dreams, more relationships, and more personal growth than anything else……that word is trying. Notice what happens in your body when you hear yourself or hear someone else say, I’ll try. There’s a softening, there’s a pulling back, an energetic step away from a…

    The Dream Slayer
  • Heard in a Meeting

    “First it was magic, then it was misery” Published in A New Leaf – July 2026

    Heard in a Meeting
  • What Changed, What Didn’t

    Written by, Aurelie E. There are momentsthat split time in two—before thisand everything after. Loss that knocks the wind out of a life.Grief that teaches the bodynew postures of survival.Love that arrives like a hand on your backwhen you didn’t know you were bending.Joy so clean, it feels borrowed.Kindness that saves you quietlyand never asks to…

    What Changed, What Didn’t