Emj is a talented artist and has come a long way from the very first time I met her at one of our recovery months, ride for recovery events, she was halfway through her detox and staying at Phoenix House.
The other day I caught up with her, she has been living independently now for nearly a year, has returned to college, chairs one of the local NA meetings and has just returned from a holiday of a lifetime in Lapland with her partner.
She has come along way from self-harming, prison and substance abuse and is slowly learning to live life on life’s terms. We talked about our love of swearing, inspired she wrote this
Yeah I’m clean but my poetry’s fucking not
I’m still cursing like I’m being chased by a cop
I have the right to remain obscene
Your nightmare was my fucking dream
Smiling on the outside
Inside I scream
I don’t swear for the hell of it
I swear to highlight this shit
I didn’t mess things up
I completely fucked things up
So why pretend
I’m sorry if I offend
But I refuse to minimise
My poems are my way to analyse
All my faults and lies
My way of counting all the tears I’ve cried
My way of pointing out the fact
I’ve been to hell and made it back
That’s where the fucking miracle is at
So can I get a fucking amen on that.