“People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.“
Coming out from any bad habit (not bad in front of the entire world, but also anything that is harming yourself without your permission) is always scary and difficult at the beginning.
To admit out loud that you’re taking something which you should not, demands courage, and guts.
But that’s the thing with it, once you admit your flaws no one can use it against you.
In today’s prompt number #8, But it suddenly came that I was the one who had been changed, I’m having a dream with open eyes, for how would it react to me being a chain smoker, or a drug addict. And how I’m having a conversation with 4-years cocaine addict
This illusionary poem ends on a good not though. Transformation.
I remember a bit when we first met
Too immature to understand the danger,
I didn’t know who were angel or devil
I was only filled with anger.
At first, it gave me comfort,
Numbed my inner senses from pain,
The lights started to fade
And brought emptiness in my veins.
Your trick worked as always
Am I the only one to fall?
So many people are forever gone
Now there’s no one to call.
Dragged me pathetically down
In your addiction,
Each day life seems to in hell anew
I felt I’m drowning so deeply
And there’s a lot of dependency on you.
Each time I saw, you were the evil
I’ve caught you stealing my soul.
Each time I tried to get away,
Bur you’d not let me go.
Of course, I tried to scream and cry
I didn’t want this to be in my fate
The more I’m trying to come out of it
The more I feel, I guess, it’s too late.
The surrounding of mine would never understand,
As they can’t hear my numbness and please,
Nobody wants to see me like this,
The bad impact you have got on me.
You locked me in your prison,
And made me freeze at night,
I’ve deceived my own self for you,
Now I constantly live in fright.
I’m left with broken heart and bruised
My scares have Immeasurably grew,
Mentally, Spiritually, and physically
Number of years just have flew.
Dead Cocaine, if it kills me to leave you
Then I will gladly die,
Because with you, I am only struggling
I wish I wasn’t into you, I wish I did not wish to fly high.
I shall laugh, smile, and be with my family
To breathe good air once more
I shall go back to the time,
When I was a little child,
Without you knocking at my door.
I’ve realized the importance of life,
And it transformed me to see the change
I was the one who guided people to come and drug
And here I am out of it, how strange!
(One of the recent photos of mine, perhaps, one of the reasons to inspire ms to write this poem on transformation)
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