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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A Third Step Prayer
By Susan L. of District 27 HP, I surrender. May victory over my inadequacies bear witness to the strength and power existing beyond and within me for the greater good of all. Guide me through the difficulties in my life, taking life’s strife as they arise. Help me to see the wonders in life and
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A Prayer for Human Strength (Sin Eater)
By, Jeanninne P. A prayer for human strength (Sin Eater): restrain my holiness, sustain my humanity, may my flaws be my sustenance, consecrated by my forgiveness. I forgive all my sins, till I eat them again. Published in A New Leaf – May 2025
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Remember Me?
Written by Cassie C. Remember me?We met at a party.When I was much younger.You were my best friend.Always there to lift my up.Always there to make me laugh.Always there to help me not care, Nor to cry:I was always the life of the party.You numbed me from reality.From the hurt, and pain inside.You made me
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Sober Creed
Created by Brian B. Published April 2025 As a former U.S. Army military police officer, I learned early on the power of motivation, discipline, and perseverance. Although I couldn’t become a Ranger due to my specialized career, the Ranger Creed became a cornerstone of my mindset. I wore the Ranger tab inside my pocket over
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Osmosis!
By John J. of District 19 You wanna fight crime in a skintight suitYou wanna stop time and detect the truthYou wanna ray gun, wanna turn to stoneYou wanna be the one who saves the universe aloneYou wanna be fast like MercuryTravel to the past and fix historyYou wanna jump buildings, you wanna bend barsSee
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Liking How You’re Living
By Rich G. There’s a sudden and half-expectedhit of joy that comes with it—a familiar jolt in the heart’s funny boneletting you know you’re back to bumping along the right corridor.Sure, there’s room for improvement,many rooms, in fact,unused in the sprawlingmansion of your remaining days,waiting in furnished gloomfor a bruising to flay its ripened dust. Published in A
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