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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‘Once A Broken Dream’
Written by, Ney Ney ‘On awaking a feeling of hope sometimes I remember and sometimes i don’t all the memories I made on the years of haze as my broken sleep begins to fade. The calming lavender swept under my chine the sweet smell of mother nature letting me in the forgotten spirt and dreams…
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From Magic to Misery
Written by, Adam K. This isn’t working for me anymore. At first, every time felt like fireworks.You showed me the secrets of the universe—so many insights,creativity blooming,getting lost in thought,enhancing the senses,unearthing emotions,recalling past memories…Spending more and more time with youand less and less time with people I loved.I couldn’t live without you.But I’m not…
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Lost in The Clouds
Written by, Fe J Did they just say my name? My head hurts. My brain is foggy, hazy, still filled with smoke. “Fe, would you like to introduce yourself?” Oh, God. That’s my name. Suddenly it feels like the AC isn’t working. I straighten my posture sitting on my bed, hot and uncomfortable. Can I…
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Counting Down the Days
Written by, Rysse G. I count down the days that I am sober, like a clock to how long I can just be in my life without running. 12 hours.There’s a train barreling down the generations. 1 day.Recovery they call it. What am I recovering? 16 days.I cry like I’m unplugged, like it feels it…
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Poem
Written By, Jessyka C. Don’t know how many more times we can say goodbyeBut I will tryHopefully for one last timeTo see you outThis is itIt’s overI mean thisAnd it’s not like I won’t miss youI willWe were good togetherYou and IWe had some great timesBut MaryYou’re done scaring meWith how much I rely upon…
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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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