Misfit Poems

At the heart of the Misfits AA group, there lies a rich tapestry of stories, experiences, and emotions, each woven into the delicate fabric of recovery.

Among the many ways members choose to express themselves, poetry stands out as a powerful medium for conveying the complexities of their journeys. In this blog section, we delve into the soulful and introspective world of poems crafted by our fellow Misfit members.

Please enjoy the following poems by fellow members.

The Sky Weeps 

Written by Siren 1/30/21

The clouds are gathering heavy with tears from all the wasted years stuck in p.

The same thing over and over again.

And the sky weeps

As the blood seeps

Into the infinite abyss of tragic Endings.

I died before my heart stopped.

I died every time I didn’t try I died looking up at the sky

As the days turned to nights

And the nights to days

The bottles are empty

My mind a haze of longing and fear

Shattered glass of my soul all that’s left written here.

Amongst the bloody ruins of wins and losses

Dreams and desires covered over with mosses turned me to stone

When I gave up looking for a home my soul

When I clipped the wings of my soul's fires and threw them, with my courage Onto society’s neatly piled pyre.

they beat me into conformity

Fit the mold of acceptable normality,

And the sky weeps

As the color creeps from my skin

The brightness of my weird creation locked up within.

Too afraid to lift my head

?Am I alive or am I dead

The Journey By Matt O.

This journey that I started

  On the day I drew first breath

Is the one I will continue

  Till I reach my destined death

With me are two companions

  One the left the other right

And ever are they with me

  Every day and every night

To my left an angry blabber

  Each word said is a complaint

I don’t dare argue with it

  For it lives without restraint

So jealous of time is it

  And greedy for attention

For fear it may come closer

  I offer no dissension

The right one is a treasure

  Always silent as we go

A simple glance or gesture

  Tells me what I need to know

Lifted head to hear the birds

  Whose praise of dawn are singing

Eyes move to see still waters

  Now red with sunlight’s bringing

Pain stays with me from the left

  Living’s price to be on Earth

Love althe ways right beside me

  Proving to me life has worth

Shell of a Woman Written by Sarah B.

I'm a shell of the woman I could have been,

Broken by these long years of neglect.

I was never once certain love was mine by right.

I used to sob at night and no one reached for me.

A tender touch was so rare.

I'd open a little to show you my heart and you'd slash at it without care.

You've pulled me apart…stone by stone… bone by bone

wrenched me from my foundations over and over.

Tiny me trying to grow roots reaching for water.

You'd pick at the buds of my new shoots

Like lambs to the slaughter.

After all…

who wants a confident daughter when you can have an obedient one?

Now I'm exposed.

I'm wearing the emperor's new clothes,

I used to be this glorious creature

now I'm the feature show of a worm that's lost its glow.

But now I'm ready to deal,

I've been numbing so long, I forgot how to feel,

I can't tell what's real.

It seems like it's too late,

I ran frightened through time looking for love,

not realizing the Divine was within me,

I couldn't see,

I was too enmeshed in your doctrines of bended knee,

trying to be what you told me to be.

Then again I was never really that good at trying to be what I should.

I'm a failure and a wreck.

You can parade my shortcomings up on the deck.

I'm really a sick child with so much potential,

but I cried a lot and needed more than you could give.

So you beat me with your belt and tried to teach me how to live.

You told to forgive…while anger created a deep well.

You said suck it up when I fell…

even though blood was gushing from my body and it felt like hell.

How do I get away from these monsters that hold sway?

How do I walk into a new day without dragging the corpse of all this pain?

It's really such a shame.

that it took me this long to find my song.

Is there really something wrong with me for wanting to be free?

Is there really something wrong with me for wanting to be seen?

To be understood?

Instead of feeling like everything I do is no good.

Instead of beating me with your shoulds.

I'm out like a light.

I've lost my will in this fight.

I'd rather be wrong than be your kinda right

“Get up” I heard me say

But the part of me that was running the show

Had long had her way.“

The Enemy By Matt O.

The enemy came from the smoke behind me

Forcing me to see the damage I made blindly

His shallow face bespeaking his condition he came forward from perdition

Somehow I had recognized the haggard form

Though the madness in his eyes flashed like a storm

We’d met and did not need an introduction

I knew he'd come to bring me my destruction

Pondering over this familiar stranger

Knowing that he now represented a danger

teetered on the decision in the moment

Not knowing how to deal with my opponent

Stepping backwards in the hope of creating space

His foot would move forward keeping a perfect pace

Realizing I could not defeat this foe

Till we met with eye-to-eye and toe to toe

As I charged toward him he charged back at me

I knew only his defeat could set me free

It was now time for our battle to begin

I was not sure it was one that I could win

Each slash he blocked each thrust met with deflection

Till I saw I fought with my own reflection

I was forced to confront the past that I feared

Forgiving disarmed him then he disappeared.