Socially Acceptable – Spoken Word Poetry By Linda Sheridan

I came across this spoken word piece just yesterday. It’s written and performed by a beautiful Irish lady called Linda Sheridan. It’s powerful and poignant and comes straight from the heart. I was delighted when she agreed to share it on I Love Recovery Cafe. Below are some lines Linda picked out has her favourites, which are very fitting for this platform. Please take a listen to the full piece at the link below.       “Medication the new vice of this generation a world full of sedated minds making decisions for a nation – it seems everyone is medicated on some level nicotine, caffeine, solpadeine, antidepressants, sleeping tablets, and of course class A’s”   Continue reading

One of the precious gifts of sobriety is a grandchild who never saw you drunk – By Cassandra Smith

  Precious, Precocious, Lyric Running, rushing, reaching up, giggling & smiling like- an angel Pushing her love in, touching every nook & cranny of my heart  Eyes lighting up like- fireflies sweeping through dark night Clinging, holding on, wrapping chubby arms around my legs  Refusing, daring even mommy- to separate us/pull us apart     * Two years ago, a tiny infant- soft, soft, skin/ baby face pressing against My breast- baby oil & baby powder, intermingling like dancers Drooping eye lids, tiny head falling, jerking up, falling again Dismissing sleep without her music-video music/ only Bruno Mars Playing piano & singing her favorite song “When I Was Your Man.”       * Lyric- sitting like a princess, surrounded by balloons-crown on her Head -eyes roaming /birthday cake, party favors, lots of kids with presents  Eyes sparkling, smiling wider than ever. Singing, “Happy Birthday to me.” Blowing out candles… Continue reading

The Visitor

  And we walk in shadows, always asking for something, always hoping to be seen, heard, loved… Yet trees grow tall, so old, unconcerned with this and that or who they might be today, or tomorrow… Eventually we too will be relieved of this duty to be… and simply exist unaided by the silly idea that there is anything we need to do to be beautiful… Eventually we will simply open our eyes and smile…. and smile at the brilliance we had mistaken for something dangerous, something terrifying, something we assumed was unneeded, not yearned for… yet always right there at the door knocking softly, not wishing to intrude, to shower you in the taste of freedom… in the grace of unbounded love Nothing to do at all… nothing at all… You are so beautiful my eyes dissolve in your brightness, my flesh turns to light. © Daniel Cryns 8/2012… Continue reading

He Likes To Be Asked

Thank you God for Guiding Me, My pen and My Thoughts. As I waver at the brink of darkness it threatens me with control. I remember to pray, the darkness recedes and bright God consciousness settles in its place. Many prayers have gone into this lovely shifting. Being sick and tired of revisiting that nightmare place, has turned my steps away from the brink in search of a better realness. One more suitable to a Child of God. He likes to be asked….. Thank you comes pretty easy for Me when I can clear away the wreckage and lift my face to the light.   Continue reading


My body is ravaged My soul is torn I have smothered my spirit My mind is clouded My heart full of shame And I shake with fear Can I keep trying to start over & begin again & again What must it take for me to get off this ride Will I even be able to survive My foundation has crumbled I cannot lie My prospects seem unreachable Is this how I will die My tears seem never to dry I cry out for forgiveness It’s me who turns away I have no one & nothing but my ability to pray Is it worse to feel nothing Or far too much I long for serenity for longer than a day Have I passed the point too far Or am I just in time I don’t know if this choice is just mine I ask for Angels to surround me but… Continue reading