Dear Readers,
This week we are sharing a poem by Brooke. It speaks of struggle in recovery. A concept many can relate to.
Take care of yourself and remember to nourish your body, mind, and spirit.
Your blog moderator,
Kira
Inertia – By Brooke
All the long-term
is futile
For a moment
it’s relevant.
Then fleeting,
fleeting.
A comet passing
rapid cycle.
The gravity is in
My gut.
Inertia in my veins
Inertia wanting to escape
My soul wanting to
Flee.
The weight of gravity
Is tangible.
The opposite of
space,
Particles.
The airhead of
Recovery goals.
What a horrible, foreign
Definition.
Changing each moment.
However does one freefall,
From inertia to
clinging,
to
an icy, melting,
comet.
I’ve never been co-ordinated.