From the beginning of my journey
to recovery, my path has inevitably
been strewn with bumps, hills
and valleys; some more difficult
to face and overcome than others. But this time, I need to rely on every tool I have to maintain my recovery and not allow my demons to win.
I have given you blood, sweat, tears and almost my life.
In return you disrespected, ignored, overwhelmed,
Pushed me to the very edge, and you don’t fucking care.
I’ve brought so many things to this establishment,
Groups no one ever thought of, a space for Veterans
To release their pain, to have hope, and still it’s not enough.
You just put more on me, not giving a fuck about the toll!
I was honored to receive a National Award
Out of a thousand other people,
Putting our organization in a positive light
For the country to see, but you didn’t care
And no…no celebration for me.
Now….you have taken a huge chunk of my heart, my soul,
And a big part of why I’m still alive today.
The last few days I have shown everyone
The pain you caused,
Allowing others to witness my fragile state.
You have not only put my recovery in jeopardy
By telling me Willie can no longer be by my side.
You have taken away relief for Veterans who are hurting,
And staff from having a bad day.
I’m done with your abuse and bullshit!
Now you have awakened a strength
That has been dormant all this time.
For I am the STORM that is coming your way.
Let me know what you think