I Pulled Through
Lying in the fetal position
On my bathroom floor
Skin crawling, hurting, in pain
Yet I still wanted more
I craved for more of the crack
That had me in this state
For myself and everyone who loved me
I felt nothing but contempt and hate
Still they tried to help me
Overcome my drug addiction
They tried to make me understand
That life is real and not fiction
Crack is a messed up chemical
It made me feel completely insane
It made me not give a darn about
My life or anything
The first time I used crack I got hooked
For me that one tug off the pipe was
The only tug it took
I allowed crack to take me to a place
Where I thought I couldn’t come back from
Because I was so very ashamed of
Who I’d allowed myself to become
I finally understood that getting high was no
Longer something I wanted to do - so
I made the decision to save my life knowing that
This was something that only I could do
It was hard as all get out, and long overdue
But by the Grace of God
I finally pulled through.
And So Can You!
Copyright © Janice Scott | Year Posted 2008
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