I’m a recovering addict whose never really shared my story
It’s a story that can cause great pain, and share great glory
But it all started with one small thing, a pill
That was my choice of poison, it soon brought my life downhill
It started out as a prescription, that slowly turned into an addiction
I thought I had everything I ever wanted, but it became nothing but a self confliction
It became a personal craving, I would do anything for that small pill
I didn’t care what it was, as long as it produced a small thrill
I couldn’t be who I was supposed to be with this poison thriving inside of me
This is why I’m constantly asking to be set free
The urge to live everyday, without that small pill has become exhausting
But the final straw is when I realized, it was my own life that I was costing
I could have been one of the unlucky ones, who never got a second chance
But fortunately for me, I put my foot down, and broke the devils dance
I would become mean if I didn’t have what I needed
My life became unruly, annoying, and I continued to fail, never succeeded
Until one day, when I woke up and thought to myself
I don’t want to end up in a file, on some medical doctors dusty shelf
This could have easily became something else, something worse
I didn’t want to be the phone call, “your daughters currently laying in a hearse”
So I decided that day, to end my choice of poison
It was a very easy, yet hard thing to decide
I’m sharing my story, not for sympathy but for my readers who can relate
Just remember one thing, it’s honestly never too late
If you need support, if you need a friend, please, find someone, spread love not hate
The poison might be winning right now, but trust me, we can change our fate!
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Author:
StephanieAnn (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2021 09:30
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a story about where I came from.
- Category: Forgiveness
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You're doing the right thing Stephanie. The only thing you want in control of you is you, not a pill or any other substance liquid, pill, weed or anything that makes you do things you don't normally do. And you'll feel better knowing that you are in control of you. Great write Stephanie. ; ) AP
Thank you so much for the comment and feedback. I'm new around here but I love the way it's set up! Still learning how to navigate this site. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
Welcome to MPS. ; ) AP
Such a brilliant and brave write. thank you for sharing and spreading the positive message. Well done.
Thank you so much!! I want to be a voice for those who can't be heard through my poetry and my experiences!
Very strong write Stephanie, you have become a stronger person and now in control of your own life. You now have a wonderful way forward into your new life.
Andy
Thank you. October 1st I'll be clean for 2 years and it's been the hardest yet greatest two years of my life. Thank you for your sweet words.
Love your long wandering lines, very confessional, sense of urgency to tell your story. What makes craft into art is largely courage. Courage comes in many forms, breaking tradition, risking your popularity, responding to evil, challenging cruelty, or in your case baring your soul to strangers. I hope you feel safe and loved here, because you are.
Thank you so much beyond words. This is a very important piece I wrote that I have faith in that maybe someone going through similar times can appreciate that someone else sees them and knows what's possible.
wording our truth
can be so cathartic and self-empowering
always: 'fight the good fight',
admittedly your write is a little graphic in detail
but still, thanks for sharing
I'm sorry for the detailed poem. I just write whatever comes to mind as I write from my heart and emotions. Thank you for reading!
that's perfectly fine! but the more detailed
we write on such topics, maybe there's a basis
for utilising the age restriction warning
just in case,
(this are just my feeble thoughts
but you do what feels right for you, dear poet)
again, thanks for sharing
Thank you for your view! I understand what you mean now.
It has been sometime since I have heard a more true account of a troubled addiction.
Please keep reality on this site.
I can surely do that. I write a lot about topics that are troubling, or real subjects that we should hear more about. I'm not afraid to talk about what's happening. Sometimes, my readers can't handle it though.
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