05/13/2026
a mother in recovery.
Read what she wrote in her first workshop and her last.
First Session: Carrying Poem by Kayla
I carry with me pain and misunderstanding.
I drop that off and pick up the delusion of real happiness.
Lost in a void I’ve made my home,
lost in the void so long I don't even realize
there's another place in my journey to go.
Sometimes I even think I’ve made a void within the void.
Carried too long the pain of my past but also been gone in the safety of a lie
so long I don't know who to get back to what’s true and what’s not.
Last Session: Now by Kayla
I have carried myself through the fire
and now have emerged as beautiful as a phoenix.
My wings will carry me into the next chapter:
fully cloaked in an unbeatable armor, sturdy.
I carry the water of life on my head
ready to dip in at any time and replenish my soul.
For this will be a forever journey of growth
and I will be sure to never let myself go.