The Road To Recovery Poem by Carli Gibson

That hospital room, has been all that shes known
The past eight months, she hasnt been home
A heartbroken mother, and a speechless father
Drive sixty miles, just to see their daughter

She weights only ninety pounds, very frail and weak
Looks like a skeleton, white as a sheet

Some say corrupted, some say insane
Others say attention seeker, but they dont know her pain
She remains there each day, she wants to go home
Will anyone allow her, to stand on her own

She gazes out the window, with every chance she gets
Flowers beautifully blooming, and breathtaking sunsets
She misses the world, that lies outside those walls
The only place she walks, is up and down the halls

This place is dull and bland..
A table, bed and chair
No colors on the walls, and sorrow in the air
Longing to return home, no else will fill the void
She daydreams of things, she always enjoyed

Self made wounds, turn into scars
Memoirs of the past, remain on her arms
Her body is marked from the poison she used
She’s gotten much stronger, since the day she renewed

Renewed from depression, a despair she knew well
Scars and blurred memory, remain from her fails
Healing from the hurt, a long and hard step
But the progress she makes, she will not regret