Dear Unsealers,
Weather the storm
Things will get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater
I took a lot of L’s
Lost touch with heaven
Inching towards hell
Got high so much I fell
And it aint hard to tell
Lied so much for money
But my momma knows me well
Hurt the ones I loved so much
And still, I think my shit doesn’t smell
So let me share a story
Without no pain no glory
I didn’t horde the best things in life
Insanity came before me
I’m the victim
And Your the problem is the answer
And that’s how my addiction
Slowly eats at me like cancer
So around we go like a merry-go-round
And take it how it sounds
If this was my first real fight
I was knocked out in the first round
The rain steadily poured down
Wasn’t ready for It the Clown
Bit by bit I was put in the ground
But one more drug will make it better
And lift my spirits high
Now I act like nothing happened
And this is how I get by
A Gemini
Looking at his other half die
So dig deep down inside
Watching you just makes me wanna cry
Remember when you were a baby
There was that twinkle in your eyes
Remember God
Because he never left your side
Remember he will forever
And always will provide
Seek and you shall find
Now you see addictions left you blind
Recovery is where I put you
To receive this lifeline
Everyone there is just like you
Late but always on time
Weather the storm and everythings fine
Weather the storm
Things will get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater
Breath again insanity brought us together
A fellowship is a bond
That can never be severed
Or rather broken
Share your voice
Be truly outspoken
Choose to defeat your demons
Sending them sailing out in the ocean
Never to return
This long-term addiction
I want it put in an urn
I am an undertaker holding it firm
Thankful for the twelve steps
And ready to learn
But cautious with every turn
With my eyes on the prize
Talking about how drugs were beating me up
From the inside
Felt like a pile of dirt
Quickly turning into a mudslide
So I don’t half-step
I am in it at full stride
And Wake up to a meeting
Early at sunrise
Weather the storm
To open those weary eyes
So things can get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater.

Dear Unsealers,
A life lost, a lost love
At what cost
Over a drug lust
Because one was too many
And a thousand was never enough
I’m crying
If I’m not working on living
I’m working on dying
Even a doctor can concur
A drug cycle is a revolving door
Try and escape it
And around that corner
Someone wants to offer more
With the little that they got
Knowing you got all the money
So you supply another drug in the pot
So everyone in my eyes
becomes as bad as a crooked cop
No honor among thieves
And no roads that say STOP
The Gator said this world is cold
That day we were walking down the block
And it’s sad to say
There could be needles where kids
Run and play
How is there any future
When things don’t seem to change
How many times do we have to keep coming back
Until it finally sticks to your brain
Before 911 is called to pick up your remains
There is no making sense
Out of what is insane
So if you’re the weak link
Join the Gang
Tweaking carpet surfing
With a shit stain
Class rigs, needle pricks, tricks, and nips
Complete the chain, a cause that affects the brain
No longer your own boss
Your owned and drowning in shame
Lost and looking for someone to blame
Seeing myself In the mirror
I don’t look the same
What’s even scarier
When will I ever change
Suffer for life
Or dive in the flames
Or hold on to what’s left
And try to maintain
As long as there is a breath
There is a chance to stay sane
Beat your addiction till nothing remains
Take my experience, strength, and hope
And use it for gain.

Uggghhhh…another day down.
Face down in a fifth of crown.
Where the fucks the light?
Was I in a fist fight?
Where am I at? It’s dark, something ain’t right!
Here we go I really did it this time.
Hit the bottle, snorted a line.
What was I thinking? I was gonna be fine.
Wait, what’s this? Am I asleep in a box?
At least I got on some nice warm socks.
*Opens casket, looks around, everyone staring. No one makes a sound.
Tears being shed as my obituary is read.
Alright y’all this shit ain’t funny.
Who paid y’all? And how much money?
Get me out of here! And where’s my beer?
This has got to be some sick joke.
Someone pinche me or give me a little poke.
Wait mom stop crying, I’m fine.
This can’t be the end of my time.
I was good, living clean. Being serene.
Got it all back. Getting my life on track.
Is all this necessary over one little reward?
Y’all gonna put me in a box and pull the chord.
I know I’ve fucked up and made bad choices.
All I was doing was listening to the voices.
Telling me I’ll always be an addict.
Well, I’ll tell you what I’ve had it!
My story won’t go this far.
You’ll never catch me in a bar.
Or snorting a line of coke and being left for broke.
Waking up feeling like I’m dead.
Digging through the trash to eat a piece of bread.
Listen to me ladies and fellas this disease is real.
It’ll rob you and break you, steal and kill.
When’s enough gonna be enough?
You think lying in a casket is tough?
Grow the fuck up! Get it together!
No matter how shitty the weather!
This could be your last chance.
Don’t give the devil his dance.
Be open to suggestions and do something new.
Be honest about it all, be true.
I pray for you all and wish you the best.
That’s all I got I’ll leave you to the rest.

Dear Unsealers,
Do drugs define me
I remember many times
I was led blindly
The fact of the matter
My body was attacked by a substance
That made it hard to climb the ladder
Like a dizzy spell, caught up in a hell
Looking for a dealer who had the clientele
Now I am known well for blowing cash
And on the other side of the drug sale
So now I live to use
And my addiction uses me like blackmail
It’s the hammer, and I’m the crooked nail
Left shook, shaken and frail
I hope I don’t get booked in jail
Every day a new fairy tail
Hurry up and take it off the scale
Now I am chasing creating a crazy situation
Like a mental patient
Because boy I hate waiting
Debating like this makes sense
Now I hate myself
Because I made the fog more dence
How do I go on from here
Its like getting caught up In Freddy’s nightmare
The laughing, the slashing
Drawing me in for his mere satisfaction
Don’t go to sleep tonight
If I die there, I die in real life
He handed me drugs and beer
Needles and crack pipes
I tried to escape In a car
But couldn’t drive right
Crashed into a store
That transformed into a bar fight
Freddy knows everything about me
Plus what I like
I am about to lose my mind
Seeing everything he put in sight
He even created a glove
Each finger holds a knife
If I can gather the might
To make from this dream my friend
I don’t think I’ll ever go to sleep again
But back to the beat no need to pretend
I am at the grips of defeat
When suddenly Im surrounded
By everyone that should be resting in peace
Don’t let us die in vain
Is the only word they could speak
The man with the glove slowly creeps
And says you’ll be feeling their pain
By the end of this week
Just shut up and have this drink on me
I’ll let you wake up ,To be continued …
The next time we meet
I’ll be killing you softly
Till you are six feet deep
Now I am peering through a cracked window
What’s next on the menu
Caught up in a trance
Dancing with the devil is so sinful
But Im blessed with another chance
Hopped out of bed and put on my pants
Im sweating bullets
My life is full of triggers
I dare myself to pull it
Just to slip a fast one
Like this is all fun
Leaving my body numb
My best thinking was so dumb
There was the tricking for treating
This lifestyle will give you the runs
In more ways than one
You want the pain back
You can easily get a refund
This train is off-track
Best surrender if Im done
Freddy is still waiting on me
But what happened to the sun
My whole day wasted in reflection
On whether to fight or run
No second guessing
I’m better off biting my tongue
Before it is all too late
But how do I stay awake
Knowing my life is at stake
I Cant do this forever
Fighting an enemy thats so clever
I need tools of the trade
To help me with my endeavor
I have to pick or choose
Every time I close my eyes
I always lose
I desire to turn the fire out
But first I have to locate the fuse
Explosions sprout every time I use
It might be part of a script
But word of mouth is
meeting makers make it
So without a doubt
It’s never too late
To go see what they talk about
Hope it’s the same thing, from the same being
Who pulls the same strings
Hope there is hope
Seeing If Hope Springs
Hay is for horses
But hey I need some recovery courses
To keep Freddy at bay
Just like Chucky
He always wants to come out and play
But I am clean for today
but I need more power
Something stronger than myself
Cant be a coward
Just walk in and ask for help
I Heard a couple of quotes
Some experience, strength, and hope
The feeling I felt
Caused a not within my throat
I can’t tell a lie
When a question arises
Is anyone here for the first time
So what the heck
It’s all hands on deck
No one here poses a threat
I might as well start by getting my feet wet
It’s about time I take a look at the first step
I went home and fell out feeling like I owe a debt
I have been here before
Walked up to a house
And opened up a red door
There was writing on the floor
Seems scary but I still wanted to explore
A loud screech made me more aware
It’s Freddy’s shadow
Approaching from the rear
A quick slice to the side of my head
He said lend me your ear
I ran in panic frantically up the stairs
There were squatters everywhere
Offering a solution
In the form of poison
mind-altering confusion
I said no thanks
This is only the start
Of climbing up the ranks
Of everything that tore me apart
It started with the first drink
In the blink of an eye, I slowly sink
And I do not want to die before my time
So this weakest link
Drawn power from the divine
To stay in sync over time redeemed
Came to believe
Called others into my dream
A net like a web
Of brothers and sisters who stayed clean
This aint storytelling
This is real-life
In the heart of addiction
You pay a price
A waging war
He pulled a heist on my inner core
From this day and night
We push forward
To secure the evil forever more
Never no more will we mention his name
He grows weaker, We grow stronger
Through the pain.
To be continued………

What is it that you seek?
What is it that you saw?
You should never listen to my wicked crystal ball.
What is it that you seek?
What is it that you saw?
You should never listen to my wicked Crystal Ball.
Have you seen the crystal ball?
Have you heard the souls scream trapped in her cloudy walls?
Everything you love gone before it even happens,
nothing left of your soul among the cold dark ashes.
They say fools wish to be free,
until they’re in a free fall…
Fools gamble time and the ball she takes it all
‘Cause the crystal is a cheat,
the crystal is a liar,
The crystal is a frozen world of ice and of fire. To live in a lie the price is the truth,
to be frozen in time the price is your youth. But you knew, it never tricked you,
You let it seduce you, left scars on your skin-as if it ever needed you.
Some always come crawling,
some may escape her call.
But you should never listen to my wicked Crystal Ball…
What is it that you seek?
What is it that you saw?
You should never listen to my wicked crystal ball…
You should never listen to my wicked crystal ball.

A young boy sits in a wooden chair
Gazing forward
A ball of crystal perched before him
Almost invisible
It warps and clouds what lay behind it
He knows there will be a price
But he must try
He wants to know,
He has to know.
He gazes into its prism chamber
And it tells.
When he lifts his head, his breath taken away
The awe of the secrets told to him
Fade
When he sees his reflection
He sees that he is no longer the same man
But old, so old.
The ball has told him what he wished to know
But he had to pay the price of time
He walks away, as many have before,
Feeling cheated
Feeling like it all went by so fast
If he could only have another chance
If he could only get that time back
But he can’t
Time is the only thing you have
And the only thing you can never have
It is yours, spent
And the crystal ball will steal your time
The crystal will steal your life.

We struggle morning, day and night.
Is it right this addiction we fight?
Overcoming obstacles daily is new.
Many have fallen, we are the few.
Staying sober is the option.
Proceeding at all caution.
Staying clean is rough.
Expressing feelings and stuff.
Uncovering within what is bottled up inside.
Casting out demons who try to run and hide.
In the darkness we find light.
Hope shining bright.
It’s what brought us here.
To face our fear.
Falling further away. Away from that life.
Healing from internal strife.
Held captive before.
Addictions a war.
Battling to breathe.
Selfish indeed.
Released from the harness.
From the depths of the darkness.
Broken from affliction.
Torn from addiction.
The chains released.
The addict in me deceased.
We deserve the best.
The wicked can rest.
No longer a prisoner.
Forever a listener.
Open minded to the truth.
That grows from the root.
That sets us all free.
And let’s me be me.

I had an addiction for 23 years, I have been clean for over 30 yrs minus my slips and falls that through me into the ring of addiction, because I let my guard down thinking that I was stronger than it, when actually the addiction was stronger than me. But such as life try and try again. I am clean and have been for many years. I allowed myself to lured back but the last time was the last time. I asked myself some questions and the most important was do you want to live or die, do I want to live a full life filled with endless possibilities or die not reaching my full potential. I choose life . I became to love self, and wouldn’t accept any old thing , I have been hopeless and helpless and I have done things that only me and God know about. I have come full circle I know my value . I graduated from college and wrote a book. I hope to be a recovery coach, where I help those who are still trapped be free and stare in the face of addiction and say I won and I am stronger than you. Now in my life there is so many things I want to do all for the glory of God not for fame or fortune all though these things have there place, that is not my motivation. I survived so that I may be a help to others.

Can you feel that tugging at your heart?
It’s hope. Yes it exists, and this is only just the start.
Long road, impossible? I think not.
This life’s a gamble. Thank God I got caught.
My reputation, my ego, my so-called pride.
Proud? Hell nah! I made my mama cry.
That shit ain’t cool, there’s people who actually care.
Why’s that concept so hard to bare?
It’s not always about pussy, money, weed.
However, we are humans. Indeed?
More like people in need and scared to ask for assistance.
There’s hope in sobriety, and there’s gonna be resistance.
We pray daily for serenity to change what we can’t control.
God grant me this purity and cleanse my soul.
I don’t know about y’all but I ain’t ready to die.
But getting high is just helping me commit suicide.
Be that change you want to see in yourself.
You’d be amazed what happens to your overall health.
Dig down deep and find your true meaning.
The energy in me is what I’m feening.
Not the sex, the drugs, or the fucking dope.
I’m talking the purest, the rawest, and it’s name is hope.
She’s beautiful, excellent, peaceful, and free.
And can save a wretch like you and me.
Dig deep, find it in you, and trust in it’s power.
Look to the stars, you’ll find it in your darkest hour.
Judged by twelve, but no longer shackled and shamed.
The powers within you when you re-wire your brain.
Free from torment, agony, and pain.
God sent enlightenment and hope was her name!

Hello, I’m new to TheUnsealed. This is a poem from a dark time in my life. I’m just so grateful to not be in this position anymore. I’m excited to this as a tool for healing! Thank you for reading.

I can’t breathe
A simple death is about to be achieved
Where it leaves me 6 ft underneath but the thought has always been appeased for all the nights I used to stay up for just a little tweak and depriving my body on every inch of sleep

Feeling crazy and distraught isn’t as pleasant as it seems
Death tends to follow me somewhere deep within my dreams
So I stay awake as part of a better scheme knowing one day it’ll take every ounce of me

Because now

But I’m the only one left to take the blame,
They call me insane because everything I do tends to be the same
With depressed thoughts hidden deep within my brain
Hoping one day I’ll have wealth with imaginary fame

From the beginning I tore everything apart
Having to big of a heart for the wrong people just from the start just to end up doing hot rails at a park because I felt all alone and left in the dark

I guess that’s the biggest excuse for an addict always blaming our problems on something just to go and have it, wishin you wouldn’t have had it, bad habits soon to wind us up dead in a casket, this havoc turned you into a savage and living under a bridge in the winter with no jacket.

I normally pre-mate poems with pen and paper But, this cannot wait any longer or later. Your words truly have pierced mine, and I remember surly the same state of mind. So, I will simply type on this phone my friend, even though it might not have another end. Sitting alone here on a 5 corner square, I look and see nothing in the middle of nowhere I will re-read your note that was truly wrote- From eyes of faucet water-in these tears I float. Though there’s no end at all to this telephone line, Emotions they do crawl from your heart to mine. Surly an addiction at the bottom of Erie’s Lake- I had no problem fixing every high I had to make. I would want to write to you from the bottom where it comes, But I don’t know if that is true, when mind games are so dumb. Nor has any heart bore but only similar strings, Unless one is ripped apart-it’s just not right it seems. I just cannot believe there’s people out there like me, Nor do I ever think I’m any better you see For God has made different all human existence, Yet we’re all still sinners so full of resistance And the very best thing that came from covid disease… Is the simple quote that had the note, “Please”. Now we clearly see, “We are all in this together”… In the same boat-(as light as a feather)… Is the message of Salvation for the world to live forever! The basis of a Christian is not a perfect life, It’s more of who’s been missing-but been found by Jesus Christ! It is that of progress and not of perfection… It’s a brand new spirit that with God has made connection! Jesus promised all that whosoever will… On Himself may call-that He’ll save forever still! All the talents and gifts He gave to express Of how it’s always Him to pull us out of our mess. And to lead the way over glassy seas to shore My dear friend I pray-may this heart get to yours.

It started with a dream.
Oh wait, I was just high, clear my mind,
and it is amazing what you’ll find
all these sober feelings, my mind is racing.
My heart is pacing
but that money I’m still chasing
It started with a dream
I can’t waste no more time.
I learned my lesson by committing my crime,
I’m ready to move on in life
and make a damn good wife
despite what anyone has to say.
I know that I can change my way
I’m left with nothing, just like zero
it’s time to be my own damn hero
Forced to feel all this emotion,
but I can’t give up cause I got devotion
time to be dedicated, fuck it
Let’s get educated
open my Bible the only thing reliable,
read about what’s expected out of me
practice good behavior and see what life can be
it started with a dream
wipe those tears and clear those fears
time to stand on my own 2 feet
and then only will my goals be meet
I got ambition in these eyes
and if you can’t see that then I apologize
and fuck you if you think otherwise
clear my mind and it is amazing what you’ll find.
Wonder if it ends with a Dream Come True!?

In shadows of my childhood, a tale unfolds,
Of a fractured family, where sorrow molds.
A black box whispers secrets long untold,
A narrative of pain, in letters penned in gold.

Tiny voices echoed in the paper’s embrace,
Innocence scrawled, each heartfelt trace.
“Daddy, where are you?” in a child’s grace,
Penning pleas and dreams in a desperate chase.

A brother’s memory, a phantom in the past,
Gone at three months, a love that couldn’t last.
His clothes, a reminder, in the box amassed,
A tragedy’s echo, a life’s fleeting contrast.

Mom and Dad, once entwined, love turned to strife,
A broken bond, unraveling the threads of life.
Divorce’s bitter aftermath, carving like a knife,
Pain’s cruel dance, as they battled inner strife.

Enter a new man, a chapter of despair,
Abuse’s cold touch, a burden hard to bear.
Fifteen years of shadows, a relentless snare,
In a house of torment, where love was rare.

In the dance of addiction, Dad lost his way,
A little girl’s hero, fading to shades of gray.
Baby pictures and letters, memories in disarray,
In a black box, fragments of a yesterday.

Letters pleading, a child’s silent scream,
“Daddy, do you hear us?” in every desperate theme.
Abandonment’s weight, a river of tears extreme,
In the echoes of silence, love became a dream.

Through the haze of addiction, love’s flame grew faint,
In the heart of a child, an enduring plaint.
A father lost, a bond left to taint,
In the dance of shadows, a life left to acquaint.

In the black box’s whispers, the past does unfurl,
A symphony of sorrow in this broken world.
Yet, within the pain, resilient spirits swirl,
Hoping for healing in the journey’s twirl.

There is this liquid that many consider magic.
Society says it’s a great social catalyst.
Drink some of it and you may become a whole different person.
Be careful – too much may leave you with only a headache and nausea to remember your night.
Growing up this liquid was the answer to all of my mothers worries.
Its an antidepressant, if you will.
As I entered my teens ,
It became the medicine, taking away all my pain.
I even learned the secret formula,
Making it through the night with minimal side effects.
As I grew older this liquid became my BEST friend!
There for me when I was lonely
Giving me courage by masking my socially awkwardness.
The gifts of blackouts and uncertain regrets.
Eventually, my best friend grew to become my enemy.
Courage became sadness
Blackouts became spotty nights of horror.
It allowed strangers to carry me to their cars
Driving me to their homes.
Eyes flooded my face with painful tears.
My brain and heart screaming for love and healing!
This liquid was no longer magic,
My kryptonite love affair!
There is no real secret formula to avoiding the side effects.
It is my depressant.
I destroys me from the inside!
This liquid is not special,
It is not a cure to your pains.
It will tear you apart,
Taking you family as collateral damage.
This liquid is a poison,
-It is Alcohol!

Surviving addiction it’s an affliction calling out for an intervention
Spend my time wondering why it took a hold of me. Eyes are wide Breath is high
Time is a wasting well I’m chasing my dragon
Tag you’re it! It’s my turn already?
I can’t even, I’m not steady
On your mark get set go, GI Joe the more you know.
My name is Danielle and I can’t even tell
I’m ready to give up I’ve had enough.

Am I really entering the world of addicy oh the audacity
am I really that into it
I am really that into it
You deserved this
You treversed this
Why cant I leave this room
It’s doom and gloom
Im starting to tune this out
Searching, nay saying
I’m just trying to say
When the fuck did I get here
This must be a joke,
and then I awoke