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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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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Choosing Life
Written By, Mirabelle H. I smoked for the first time when I was 16. I didn’t feel anything physically, but emotionally, I felt guilt—like I was stepping over a line I wasn’t ready to cross. I told myself it would be different when I was older, when it was “okay.” So I made a deal

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Making It To Dry Land
Written By, Lee N. A way to stay afloat. That’s what marijuana was for me. My therapist (cringing at myself for being a living, breathing queer, Jewish stereotype by starting a sentence this way but…if the shoe fits) recently shared with me a parable in which someone had compared their addiction to a life raft.

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Marijuana
Written By, Dannie H. My heart ached for so long.And you told me it was alright.Realizing to smoke is pain,I thought about you all night.July of my last trip,Ugly, boring, and a shame.A newfound freedomNever fiending for you again.A new leaf I have turned, fake friend! Published By A New Leaf – January 2026

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