Relapse

Addiction is such an ugly word, and often brings great pain: Our emotions toy with the mind, causing tears to fall like rain. The little chemist inside my head, has gone mad with power; Thinking he has my relapse set, down to the very hour. He's mixing up his potions, he's toying with my life; He truly loves the chaos, mixed in with daily strife. He adds a little shame, and guilt unto the brain; Then he adds a little resentment, to ensure you feel insane. cunningly then he sets the stage, with glee he pulls the trigger; Your mind is now in relapse mode, your problems seem much bigger. Your skin is starting to crawl, your mind is covered in haze; Your heart is beating a way out of you chest, your in a relapse phase. Stop and breath, count to ten, from the door slowly walk away; Bow your head right where you are, or kneel down to pray. Ask for help from your higher power, you know he's always home; Give a call to your sponsor, pick up your damn cell phone. Make a call to save your life, share all your going through; Put everything on the table, and clarity will come to you. The problems that seemed so big, will now seem quite small; You will become much stronger, If you take the time to call.