Recovering

Scars cover my skin,
Leaving the horrible memories

Way behind in the back of my mind.

I can still feel the caress of the needle

Touching my me; touching my veins,

Energy flowing through as though

It was a new life, everything around

Turning colors, while the unusual

Sprung into life. I loved that feeling.
It made me feel as though I could

Escape reality and forget the life that

I lead before. But I also lost most

Of my friends and their trust,

Also losing the man that I loved

And even my family to lean on.

So I broke the cycle and

Set the needle down as well.

 

So when I look at you,

My scars will say it all:

 

I’m a recovering drug addict.

Author's Note

I was inspired by a guy that I had just started talking to. He told me was a recovering drug addict, and the first line started to come to mind..so I have to give him credit for the poem. It's got to be hard to recover from a simple, yet powerful thing like drugs.

No, I'm not a real recovering drug addict. I just wanted to point that out. xD

Reviews

[crashandburnplz]

Chaa. Amazing.
Wonderful. Beautiful.
I can't describe this.

Same thing happened to me, only with self injury, and a knife. D:

[Butterflymom]

Addiction is the hardest battle for a person to fight, and the recidivism is unbelievable. It's brought down many beautiful souls and those around them. Blessings to you and your friend! You friend is fortunate to have you to share with. Fantastic piece!

[JlB]

This poem is wonderful. I love to be inspired too, I haven't felt inspired in a long time though. That's admirable that you wrote a poem for someone you met. The feeling I got when I was reading the poem reminded me of someone who cuts, the ending was a surprise. The poem is well written. I'm JlB, nice to meet you.

JlB