Weldon Davis

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Flipside - Poem by Weldon Davis

In addiction
I lost a lot of old friends to recovery
I was stuck on the same
Principles
Figure'n I had everything
Right

In addiction I forgot a
Lot of good memories
And did not make time
To make new ones
That were worthwhile or
That I'd care to share
With those who count

In addiction it was
All about me
My feelings my hurts
My guilt my problems
Nobody could possibly relate
To my suffering

In addiction
My pen was still
My voice was silent
And today seemed
Unfaceable

In recovery
I lost a lot of old friends to addiction
I embraced new principles
And gave myself a chance

In recovery I remembered
A lot of good memories
And was mentally present
To make many many more
Memories that
I'm not ashamed to talk about
With anyone

In recovery I found
The importance of community
Helping those who are
Where I once was
Stand up and feel empowered

In recovery
I could not harness my pen for hours at a time
My voice was loud, confident, truthful, and sure
And there was nothing
I could not face

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, duality, inspiration


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is dedicated to Eddie from Charlotte NC

Comments about Flipside by Weldon Davis

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/13/2016 12:32:00 AM)


    Loss of old friends and meeting them again in new form with new faces both are amazing with this expression. Fantastic sharing.10 (Report) Reply

    Weldon Davis (1/13/2016 1:04:00 AM)

    Yeah this poem is basically about bad habits and the whole different mind state which ensues in either way you happen to take..I have been down both paths..Thanks for reading.. :) Cheers

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  • Lily Yang (1/13/2016 12:11:00 AM)


    lost old friends there, make new friends here (Report) Reply

    Weldon Davis (1/13/2016 1:09:00 AM)

    Yeah either path you chose whether addicted or sober you're gonna make friends and lose them..Have negative consequences and positive..Being sober is no cake walk either..as I should have incorporated into this piece, but it was being read aloud to people who are trying to get sober..As an addict the last thing you need to hear are people glorifying The good ol days so some of the balance got lost in the shuffle..That's the beauty of poetry though...I can always get the ol pen and pad out and jot one tomorrow..Thank you for reading my poems Lily.. :)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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