I wrote this poem while in my first attempt at getting sober. I struggled greatly with fighting the urges I had to drink or use. Anytime I felt the desire, I was unable to say no. I know now it is because I can not overcome my addiction on my own will-power, because I am completely powerless over drugs and alcohol. It was a very discouraging time for me and I questioned my ability to recover. Just as a spoiled child is selfish, wanting and always unsatisfied so was I in my addiction.
My addiction I treat
As a small spoiled child
No discipline received
As she runs rampant and wild
So quickly I give in
Anytime she does scream
Hold on tight to her hand
So by my side she won’t leave
Scared of the day
She’s forced to grow up
For learning to live without her
Will be pretty tough
Close to me all my life she has been
But once I let go
A life of my own will finally begin.
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