Tomorrow
Always love a message of hope, especially when it is written by one of our clients! We promised Aimee’s poem will brighten your day!
Tomorrow
Aimee Treakle (Friends of Guest House)
Puppet Time!
We asked the clients in the City of Alexandria’s Residential Treatment Center to make puppets or other tokens of the most positive, influential person in their life. Let the creativity begin!
Meet Mr. Green Bean, a messiah and advises people
Some lucky woman will receive this handmade necklace from her boyfriend. She has always has stayed with him and makes him want to be a better person
This woman was missing how crafty she used to be and has plans to creating soon.
The Rock Outside of its Box
The Rock Outside of its Box
Autumn Billings, Friends of Guest House, October 2019
The rock outside of its box is no different than you or me & you and I.
The rock outiside of its box is a reflection of pure beauty that took its precious time.
The rock outside of its box lead me to write this rhyme of how
the rock outside of its box is no different than you or I.
The rock outside of its box is still shy.
Observation: Rock of Some Sort – The Rock inside the Box
I noticed the rock inside the box was black, grey, and white.
The rock inside the box also had a streak of silver which was really bright.
The rock inside the box was rough
I noticed when I went to feel.
The rock inside the box was very calm and still.
My Journey
My Journey
Autumn Billings, Friends of Guest House, October 2019
1. My journey has been like the wind during a storm or hurricane
2. My journey has been like an ant carrying 10x’s its weight on its back trying to make it home alone
3. My journey has been like an unhealing scar to the skin – an open wound
There was a new voice – its whispered softly. It felt gentle and sweet. The new voice told me a secret, the secret of how to live life in the universe on my own to feet.
Reflections
Reflections
By the Women of Friends of Guest House, May 2019
How did you not think?
You can think!
Except when you’re high,
you think you can think,
but its not what you want
to think. You even over think.
Sometimes you find yourself
in a place
you don’t want to be,
by not thinking.
And then all you do
is think.
That’s when the guilt hits you.
And you realize—
something has got to give
and you have to change
the way you think.
Then you realize
you need to stop
doing the things you did.
Now what?
Decide where you
want to go.
Discover who you are.
Things start coming into place.
Listen, try doing
something different.
See where it leads.
Think about that.
Meant To Be
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Angie W., Friends of Guest House, October 2019
going through life with all its ups & downs
trying my best not to wear a frown
trying to have patience with myself
while crying out to God for his help
I know I can not do this on my own
for if I try all I do is moan
oh on this journey the things I’ve learned
these lessons have been hard ones I’ve earned
I’ve cryed I’ve laughed I’ve even yelled
even my body I have sealed
but through it all I’m still standing
with love respect I am demanding
there was a new voice saying
don’t take life sitting down or even laying
standup tall with your head held high
even though you’ve been through a lot its ok to cry
Through your lessons learned you are
now a good woman for all to see
better than you were becoming
exactly who you were meant to be
Next Time
Next Time
Faheema Smith, Friends of Guest House
Next Time
Next Time
Kyra Burton, Friends of Guest House
In my feelings
Come out of my shell
I enjoy writing poems oh so well
I See You
A beautiful poem written by a Friends of Guest House poet during our January class led by fabulous poetry teacher, Wendi Kaplan:
LOST part 2
The many directions “lost” can take you, from another Friends of Guest House resident. So many of the adults we work with are grateful to be heard.
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