Defeating our demons
Chasing the dragon
Falling off the wagon
My life was lived
On bended knees
I tried Love
And God above
No release, no release
To well meaning friends
I can’t make amends
For time spent on me
With only me to please
And opportunities to seize
Why didn’t I give it a go?
On the floor, hours to go
To find sweet release
The sight of the syringe
That made others cringe
Was like heaven to me
Beautiful to behold
Worth it’s weight in gold
In heat or in cold
In or out of the fold
It was immediate release
But long, long ago
I closed that door
Chose a different road
Carried my heavy load
And found who I can be
The prisons we make
Are ones we can break
To secure our own release!
Dolan Fernandes
2008
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Thanks Raskin
This poem is dedicated to you. Many would like to push such things under the carpet.
Thank you for making it visible.
Dolan
Unfortunately
Dolan, with my personality I have a hard time pushing things under the carpet. Recovery is good, in my family we laugh, talk and cry but everyone is in recovery. The sad part is watching another generation go down that path. I've tried to educate my kids on the family disease but that's about all I can do and hopefully they won't take that first hit. This was a really good poem on addiction, the demons and the hold they still have. Recovery is not easy but in my life I am truly thankful for the people I love and the strength it takes everyday to stay sober. We do pat each other on the back for hanging in there still. raskin