Recovery

Addiction, addiction, society’s

fiction. A false illusion to those

who don’t know, how the addicts’ story goes.

Societies victim to torment, or

label junkie loser, what a miss-fit.

Addiction, addiction, angry words said,

outbursts of rage repressed from the past

or circumstance. Events of life lead

to escape. Cold numbing sense, hollow,

empty shell, a cold sweat no love there.

Addict, addict, recovered, recovered.

Remembered that heat, burning sensation.

Replaced it, resolved it, from love inside.

A faith so strong, that nothing can shake it,

or break it. There’s no going back, ever.

Addict, addict not I no more. A human

I view without all the labels untrue.

A distant memory only a thought

of a time long gone, out of my life.

Bless that addiction, I am who I am.

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© Anna De-Snyder 2015