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Drugs wriggled their way in at age twenty two
What an oblivious prelude to what would ensue
I had no idea, not even a clue
Of the forthcoming pain I'd be doomed to re-do
A few years transcended, I never thought twice
About the effects of this "occasional" vice
I wasn't addicted, I wasn't enticed
All that I knew was it made me feel nice
It made me feel good, it made me feel right
It whirled away problems right out of my sight
At age twenty four and engaging in more
I still was oblivious to what was in store
Now twenty-five and then twenty-six
I noticed a surge of mind bending tricks
Ever so sly and ever so slick
They now had me livin' like a true derelict
As depression crept in and elation crept out
I lost ALL direction in life's orderly route
From age twenty-seven to age twenty-eight
My daily routine was now that of escape
As I writhed with the pain of my sick mental state
All I could do was to self-medicate
Night after night and day after day
I grew tired of throwing my whole life away
Broken and humbled, I prayed and I prayed
For the strength and the courage to stay clean for just...one...day
One day turned to two and two days into three
I couldn't believe I was being set free
Free from the pain that once drove me insane
I now live for my life that I'm set to reclaim
As I share my experience, my hope and my strength
It gets easier and easier to cope with events
Recovery, you see, is to not just stay sober
But to LEARN from mistakes so as not to start over
I made it to thirty, I'm ecstatic to be
Living this new life....
...in recovery
-Christine
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