Relapse short poem

So I’m a couple months clean.
Is this all it really means?
Suffocating with these urges.
Seeing things I’ve never seen.

People start to care.
Some just like to stare.
I used to be invisible.
Thought it wasn’t fair.

“Hey, how you been?”
“Got rid of the demons.”
“You’re doing great now.”
“Yes.” confused deep within.

A life without tears
feels like I’m in a drought.
Still suffering with fear
on how I’ll live without.

I want to let it flow.
Let it come from deep inside.
Let my feelings show.
I don’t care about “the light”.

I may have gotten better
but things only got worse.
So here is my letter.
Not to die but to curse.

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Aliciä Serrańo

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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Such a brave piece of writing, so empathetic of the angst of an addict who seeks to break free and yet fears Relapse..Kudos @Alicia_Alicia!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

To wrestle with one’s self is such experience so confusing as your own feelings become your enemy. Triumph is obtained after subduing your other self. Let the best one win.

Malcolm Massiah

Brilliant. You have a huge talent. Thank-you for sharing your life experience and art.