Thursday, 31 October 2013

Submission by Lisa Schiftan : Sometimes It Is Too Much To Bare

Sometimes It Is Too Much To Bare
The house feel so empty, so lonely.
Music playing, just so there is noise to hear.
The phone, it never rings, random unknown emails come by.
Sometimes it is too much to bare.

The thought that life will always be this way.
That I will always feel the room is too big.
Then filling the room, to make it feel warm, in a way
Sometimes it is just too much to bare.

At times now it tends to get hard to leave.
Spending hours prepping myself to go out the door.
And… the hopes that someone would come into my life, a gift              gratefully received.
Sometimes it is all too much to bare.

     The door knocks, the phone rings...
Reality kicks in, and I realize that I am not alone.
I have my family and friends who love and support me,               Oh ... my loved ones.
Most important of all, I have all the love for and from my              Daughter ... I am not alone.
Sometimes it is too much, but I am happy to bare.

Submission by Lisa Schiftan : For Only One Day!

For Only One Day !

If for only one day,
Could you be free,
Free of the chronic pain,
Free of the anxiety.

If for only one day,
Could the shoe be one the other foot.
And you didn’t hear the
Belittling words, the
Negative prods at your humanity.

If for only one day,
Could you choose the shoe’s you wanted to wear,
And shed the weight of the pair you wear,
Would you ever truly
Feel free.

Written by Lisa Schiftan

Monday, 7 October 2013

My Story - This Is My Life ..Submission by Lisa Schiftan


Why is it such a hard road? The "Wagon" so to speak, gets full and bumpy, and someone falls off. To fight that devil within, and be tempted by the one thing that ruins not only you life but those around you. The ones you love and the ones that love you.
Recovery, always within it. Never, truly able to say that I am fixed, that I have recovered. Ah, what a joy that would be. to remove the shackles and be free of that title, "Recovering Addict".
I have prayed all the time, that I had never discovered that thing that took away my physical pain away, and then for some reason, the mental the pain was gone. It made life bearable again with the physical pain better, so to speak. It was not making the cause of the pain better, just making it disappear for a short while. In time mentally it seemed that it repaired that too. Reality, it was only numbing the memories, so that I could forget. Forget, a memory in my brain and block them and made life bearable again. So I thought.
I was 17 years old, it all started because of an accident that happened to my neck, and I am two inches shorter now. That year in my life seemed to be very crucial year. The year that I was 17, that was the year of my life which I made some choices that would unknowingly affect my whole life . I am now 20 years older and I fight the battle everyday and I will for the rest of my life

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