It drags me to a place where I'm not responsible and other lies.
Like how tragedy is more real than happiness, since it bites harder.
So I went out and failed, because I liked the salty taste of licking wounds.
Cold, afraid and hiding, but it was fun, and I was selfish.
Always wanting more.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
I think that really says a lot about how out of control drugs make people. Poetry is not usually a very emotional experience for me. I wrote a poem about drug addicts and how prayer and others help them through the recovery process. Then, the site crashed that I think had the only known copy. I thought I could probably piece it together again but thought it was too much of an emotional drain to do so. I am glad you are willing to dig deep!
Funny thing about this poem... when I first wrote it years ago, I thought I was speaking in metaphor. I knew it was about me, but I didn't realize I was an actual addict. I was, though. I am. Throughout my life, I've expressed the addiction in a few different ways, but my drug of choice is food.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
