My recovery
Stephen Chinnock
20 August 2020
Oh how I pocketed away
the pain of
my own recovery
made it all mine
Dwelt on it
wrote about it
endlessly
exploring every dimension
of its high walls
Reflected it was
in my own pool
of self absorption
difficult emotions
rippling across the surface
At times those ripples
became waves
driven by fear and anxiety
until Neptune beckoned me
back to the sea
There lies the great source
of redemption
in hard times
salt air in the nostrils
eyes battered by beauty
The sea of never ending time
And how good
are psychologists
to whom you may speak
fearlessly
without taking them down
mine is a treasure
And Dr Rob on line
with decades of experience
going back to Black Friday
so many years ago
now he sees
the patterns of distress
in survivors of terrible fire
He talks so lucidly
hits on truths
about us all
recognising the value
of community
offers a road map
out of the Cortisol zone
Helped so much
to see myself
in a relationship
with others
and how we can
fight back!