Where does sorrow dwell; where complaint and strife;
redness of the eyes; wounds that don’t say why?
These creep in and find a place, deeply taking root
When ad-d-ic-tion is your main pursuit.
Choose what you will use, form the habit.
Each of these feels good, when you start out new.
You’re the one in charge, both to drop or grab.
Later on you’ll come to know that it has grabbed you.
Stinging like a hornet, clinging like a snake
Fills your dreams and shows in the things you say.
People you once loved, now you just for-sake.
What was once important now sinks in your wake.
When the bottom’s hit, if that day should come,
you may reach for help from a group of friends.
Counting sober days, one by one by one.
Still addicted but, by grace, on the mend.
Photo: by Dan Meyers on Unsplash
Source: Proverbs 23:29-35
Text: © David Alexander, 2021
Tune: Le P’ing, Public Domain.
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