Dear Addiction:
Back in the day, off the wagon I fell,
You found me first, unbroken, compelled.
You painted my dreams with colors so bright,
And wrapped me in velvet, shadowing my sight.
With every encounter, I lost track of the time,
Chasing your high, commiting your crimes.
An embrace that felt warm, yet so cold at its core,
A sweet sirens call that I couldn’t ignore.
But with each puff, with every high,
A short-lived happiness, followed with a goodbye.
You crept in like fog, obscuring the light,
Turning my days, into sleepless nights.
You promised me solace, a refuge so sweet,
But left me with ashes of shattered defeat.
With trembling hands, I write this plea,
To break the chains, and set me free.
So here in this letter, I wrestle with truth,
The cost of your presence, the theft of my youth.
Though parting is painful, a wound can be sewn,
I’ll reclaim my old soul, and for now, it is home.

Yours no longer,
A soul setting free.