Recovery Poem by Boston Kelley

She stretches her arms out to all,
Beckoning all pain and misery in.
Her aura is so joyous
that all brokenness and anguish flee
From her sight.
Like a physician, she prescribes to
Any tortured spirit.
There is no broken mind or severe
Addiction she cannot heal.
Even the worst of habits are like
A twig to her and she is a mighty
Redwood.
No one can resist her,
For who could resist restoration?
Maiden, how great is it that you exist!
Who could find a better medicine
Than you?
Bring forth all the abused, tortured,
And addicted to yourself and remove
Their pain.
Take away their darkened spirits
And anguished hearts and fill them
With joy and peace.
Let your deeds be known to all,
So everyone will know of your greatness.
You do not offer one path to restoration,
But you open many roads to all.
Let us continue to shout your works,
So all may be healed.