Explore original poetry, songs, and prayers that captures the emotional journey of recovery from cannabis addiction. From despair to hope, relapse to renewal, these poems reflect the inner landscapes of healing through rhythm and verse. Each line is a step on the path to self-discovery and sobriety. Let the power of poetic expression move you.
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Gripped by Green
Written by, Amy K. Chaos crowned my childhood years,a crown of grief, a flood of tears.Mum was gone before I knewhow fragile love, how brief, how true. At eight, the world was cracked and cold,foster hands, but none to hold.Brother lost to darker fires,needles, powders, failed desires. I found my comfort in the haze,at twelve
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A Simple Conversation
Written by, Michael J. A fellow’s post reminded me of a simple conversation I had this morning with the love of my life. It was about how taking something non-narcotic to help me sleep only works if I take it about once a month. If taken more often than that, it does nothing. That simple
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Poem
Written by, Jessyka C. Mary Jane,My beloved, my wife, my true love,I’m so sad to be leaving you behind, turning down a different lane,But I know I can do better than you, eventually, although you do send me above,I feel I need to be on the straight and narrow for a little while,Take some time
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Today I Choose
Written by, Paul D. I was not always able to make choices. It is said that no man can serve two masters. I had only one master and its name was addiction. This master forbids me to make decent friends because it wants me isolated and alone so it can kill me quietly in its
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Turning 40
Written By, River B. My birthday is in the fall, often landing on or shortly after the autumn equinox. This year in celebrating with a weekend at my parent’s cottage on the shores of Lake Huron with four of my closest friends, who have all agreed to a sober weekend in support of my new
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Solve It Again
Written By, Aurelie E. Life isn’t a puzzle with edges that stay,nor a riddle that’s answered in only one day.It bends and it shifts, like the tide or the rain—you wake every morning, and solve it again. The pieces don’t fit the same as before,new doors may appear where there once was no door.The map
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