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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