Poems of a Recovering Addict: A perfect world does not exist

I wrote this poem because for so long I couldn’t accept I had a problem and was powerless over drugs and alcohol. 

Sometimes I still struggle with this because, in a perfect world, I would be able to use and still be able to maintain a good life. Unfortunately for me, this is not my reality. It is impossible for me to control myself. 

This poem is a constant reminder of how my mind can lie to me about my addiction. It reminds me that this “perfect world” doesn’t exist. 

“There was this perfect world

Inside my mind

Where it was okay 

To sometimes run and hide,

To give up hope

I did refuse

On my ability to moderately use

To control myself

And not abuse

So my true self

I would not lose

But the truth in this

I did find

That this paradise 

Inside my mind 

Turned out to be 

The perfect lie.”

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On the PULSE is an online media outlet in Northcentral, Pennsylvania. We specialize in in-depth journalism, human interest content and video features. Our mission is to build engagement in community through local news.