"My Recovery Journey"

This is a poem shared by one of our service users who the psychology and DBT service have been supporting through their recovery.

Voice of Hope

Locked into the depths of despair

Seeing inside myself the fragments of the broken child, the lost women, the crying soul

Sleep comes easy more and more each day, lost, dying a little more with each breath.

The darkness is taking me, it’s winning, I cannot go on.

Then I feel it, the shadow of my crying soul, the voice of hope trying to be heard.

She tells me “Lift yourself from your despair, reach for the day, breath in the air, take the first step”

I stay a while in the grasp of darkness, I wait for it to leave me.

Maybe I hold on to the darkness.

Is it time I stopped waiting for the darkness to leave me

Instead do I thank her for her lessons and move away knowing it’s time to step into the light.

What do I fear?

Does the sea fear the night, or does she lie peacefully knowing the dawn will surely come?

I walk awhile along the midnight shore, stop, stand, look upon the sea and say

This night, this hour, this moment, this breath

Look upon the sea, hear her waves roar

The dark sky does not stop her from living.

The moon shines intensely behind a cloud of silver, hiding in the hopes to be seen

I watch the night fade away, the sun rising and then I feel it, the shadow of my once crying soul.

She is now a fire of hope

she says to me “Reach for the day, breath in the air, take the first step”

I feel the sand under my feet the breeze on my cheek

The waves on my toes I say to myself this day, this hour, this moment, this breath.

I am here