Sometimes I wonder

What has it all

been for

Why and how

did I get to this point

 

When I started, I was so happy

My eyes were clear and bright

without the haze that came with the

Addiction

 

The road was hard

And tough

Full of holes and hills

Rocks and cliffs

Made the going hard

 

I was able to the journey

Slowly, but I made it

I was proud of it

Now I don’t see what I have

to even be proud of.

 

I know why I stopped. I knew

that it was time

But I can’t help the strong

of the craving

or the wanting

to return to it