‘I Was Sceptical…Boy I Was So Wrong’- Poetry Helping To Heal
Learners have just completed a Creative Writing course, run via The Living Room in Stevenage, a recovery centre for people with a range of addictions.
The resulting book of poetry written by the learners has provided an emotive insight into the feelings of the learners as they battle their addictions.
As one of the learners summarised, “I was sceptical as in the past I never thought this type of thing was for me. Boy I was so wrong! I loved expressing my feelings in a poem”.
With such incredible pieces of work, we look forward to sharing more poetry soon but in the meantime, here is one of the poems, written by Bobby.
The silence is refreshing
…but, it still leaves me wanting
So much love and forgiving
…but, I am not in the land of the living
I need to stand with the people, laughing
…but, who am I kidding, you must be joking
Together we will survive, keep on fighting, you know it is so uniting
…but, all I want is the white powder lining
Breath in the fresh, your head needs clearing
…but, all I can think of… where is my rizla for rolling
The stars in the night sky, you gaze at them, so sparkling
…but, I know when I close my eyes, the nightmares start happening
The aroma in the air, of families dining
…but, all I desire is my bottle for slurping
Children play in the park, their faces are gleaming
…but, all I can think of is my lifelong beatings
The excitement of the audience, at the theatre queueing
…but, my own personal drama just keeps on unfolding
A couple on a bench, in love, they are embracing
…but, all I think of, is my needle for shooting
Kin, by the graveside, all together kneeling
….but, I know when I die, there will be no one grieving
Together we stand, holding tight each other’s hand
….but, God please help me, I know you will understand