A poem I wrote after approx 2 yrs into the journey and my own recovery in Alanon. Today my 20 year old daughter is doing well, going to her community college classes, working her program. I am so thankful. This time ( there have been relapses) I am learning to appreciate the moments with less fear and anxiety about tomorrow. REalistically hopeful, I guess.
Looking back, nothing, everything When all the promise lay ahead before the Fire burned our days and seared our hearts with pain We used to cry so effortlessly and startle so easily from contentment's trance And the things that passed for tragedy Now make us laugh
Looking at us, nothing, everything Ours is a defiant joy Aliens in the ordinary world That cannot know us for the places we have been And survived, no longer afraid to follow the path that leads us away moment by moment, every day From the regret of a half-lived life
Looking within, nothing, everything No longer content with another's script We compose the music of souls Free to abandon our Gods designed to save us from ourselves We learn to love ,without concern for eternity Forging ahead, a purposeful trail For those who will follow
PS Meant to write this before hitting "post message." My son, age 19, just started four courses in a community college. We've been on this journey for two years and he, too, is doing well. I feel calmer and happier than I have in so long. I hope this can sustain me should the darkness reappear. The title of your poem - "Aftermath" - is what I wish for every day. Let it be over. Like you, I am cautiously optimistic, joyful for the moment, aware that it might be stolen, hopeful that the strength and peace I feel now will sustain me. Thank you again for posting this beautiful piece. Keep writing!
TC, This work really touched me. it made me think about how much I have changed over these years. What was once mayhem is now choice and no longer a "half-lived life". You put beautifully into words what so many of us have experienced. Thank you.