Julia Hill Poet Free verse

My Addiction

I never really understood how people became addicts. 
I still don't.

How do you let something destroy you, yet smile so 
widely when you get that fix?

I don't quite get the meaning behind it, how can something
so damaging, bring someone such immense pleasure?

So I did some thinking.....

I cried, just a little.
(empathies tears)
I screamed from the rafters.
(for all to hear)
I threw my fists up.
(high towards the sky)
I knew what mattered.
(I was no longer blinded)


I knew that I may never understand the needs of an addict.
But, I do know a little something about the needs of me.


My addiction, you ask?




Is simply stated:



Happiness.

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