Recovery Haiku

Weary, tired, pooped!
too many journeys, one life
pray for rest and peace.


Choices made in haste
I pay the price to this day
God grant me wisdom


My soul longs for rest
Recovery beckons me
As I crawl towards God


Money is a curse
I dread payday as a test
God your will not mine



Claws still pull at me
To fool myself back to hell
Choices, Life or Death


Accuser, leave me !
Stop whispering in my ear
I know your lies well


Father of all lies
Stop whispering in my ear
Tempting me to die


Wished I never knew
That demonic train I chased
Stripped bare, except for my faith


well, let me know what you folks think, & try to
be gentle, I know I'm not a real poet, just a wanna be.

Any one else struggle with recovery issues ? Just
another manifistation of my self destructive BPD
Margaret.