Poems of a Recovering Addict: A vulnerable heart

For a long time, drugs and alcohol worked effectively to mask the pain that I was trying to hide from. Eventually their efficiency began to dim and no longer provided me with the relief I longed for. It was at that time that I wrote this poem. 

“No wall, shield, or armor

Will work

When it comes to the heart

There is only hurt

Preparing for battle

Only protects your outside

But what defense is there

From pain on the inside

There is no such thing

As guarding your heart

When in reality, the heart

Is your most vulnerable part.”