It came about after a prolonged period of meditation, having the same image come up in my mind's eye over and over - A Closed Door in the middle of a giant hall. Someone said write about it and I did; hence this poetry and the concept, then 175 Missing Pieces and all the rest of the books on recovery and now workshops and seminars on spiritual recovery. Neil
Thursday, March 25, 2010
A Prayer for All Seasons
To be honest, I’m not sure to whom I’m praying.
Maybe I'm talking to myself.
To be honest, I can't take it anymore.
Oh yes, I could still do it…at least for a while longer…but I don't know what I feel like.
I wanna quit hurting.
I wanna quit hurting me and being my own worst enemy.
I wanna quit hurting my family, my friends, my neighbours.
I just wanna quit all this stuff.
To be honest, I don't know how, and I don't know what to do.
I believe this is what they call lost.
I’m not sure if anyone or anything is listening, but if someone or something is listening, please help.
Come find me…
I'm hiding in plain sight.
NDT
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