Anthony’s poem
"I could make out the ship, its name was Your Place, It had dropped anchor, and offered warmth and a safe space."
Captain Lewis, may I have permission to speak freely?
Go ahead, and make it quick. I have a sinking feeling.
You’ve made some terrible decisions, and it’s time to abandon ship.
Leave this vessel? It would be a disgrace. A captain must go down with his ship.
They’ll laugh in my face.
Don’t be a petty officer, you better know your place.
As the storm raged, the waves crashed,
Like lightning, my life flashed.
The cold set in, my hull began to crack,
My addiction hit hard—SMACK!
And then… it all went black.
I opened my eyes. I was on a lifeboat,
I was saved, though my tears almost made me choke.
I could make out the ship, its name was Your Place,
It had dropped anchor, and offered warmth and a safe space.
They gave me a room on board, and a new life was in reach,
My battered soul found some peace, and the lessons they teach.
What was this feeling? Like a code, an enigma to break,
A crewmate touched my shoulder. It’s okay. You’re no longer just surviving – you’re awake.
In the time that followed, I found new direction,
Courses, mentors, and a first job – Change Please, a barista’s reflection.
I grew, I learned, I made my way,
Equipped with the tools to seize the day.
Ready to set sail again, with skills and a plan,
I embarked on a new journey, with a fresh, inspired stand.
Your Place gave me fellowship, a steady hand,
And with it, a path to rebuild my land.
I weathered turbulent seas, fought through tsunamis,
Even the Kraken tried to swallow me whole.
But the mental toolkits you gave me, steady and true
Kept my head above water, and now, I sail with a peaceful view.
Now, I sail calmer seas, my heart light,
No longer adrift, I’m anchored in sight.
From the wreckage, I rose – thanks to the crew at Your Place,
My journey to recovery, a testament to grace.
