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Looking back I see patterns and themes. Though these four poems form an arc about emotional storms and my relationship to rage, they come to a place of awareness, acceptance and peace that I find in recovery. They Individually were written months and sometimes years apart. Bearing witness to the extremes of recent flooding near my home and prompted by watching Hurricane Florence unfold, I rediscovered these and humbly share them with you. 


In this moment of stillness
Voices rage in my head
A cacophony like last night’s storms
I beg and I demand their silence
But they ignore all my pleas
And so I wait
And so I wait


It’s stillness I seek
Shelter from a storm
A moments peace
From all of this rage
Rage seemingly
All around me
Though I know
That’s not true
And that’s why
It’s stillness I seek


Though storms may rage
Within and without
Mother Earth
Father Sun
Sister Moon
They do comfort me
There all of the time
I touch the earth
I bow to the sun
I kiss the moon


My thoughts like so much mud in a raging stream after the storm passes
But I’ve a measure of patience these days and so I wait and I wait and wait
For I’ve learned that regardless the storm mud settles eventually
Thoughts coalesce round an idea that becomes clear with time

About the Author

Robert B is sober alcoholic in Madison, WI participating in AA and AlAnon at Fitchburg Serenity Club. He has been sober since April 21, 2007. He also began writing and sharing poetry on Facebook during his first year sober as part of his recovery from alcohol dependency, acute anxiety and chronic depression. He has found that creativity expressed primarily through writing poetry and playing various stringed instruments helped him heal and thrive.

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  1. Pat Nagle

    Great analogies, well-expressed. Thanks.

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