Stations of Addiction
How to rid myself of addiction
Let it run to the cross soiled
Here on the 1st station of the cross
Feel the self-hate go to its fate
Carry my new wood proudly
Condemned to crucifixion
I nail the addict while contrite
With kindness and patience
Threw away my paraphernalia
Break the doubt however tight
Like a fruitless wash and repeat
Get up only to fall again
Think of cancer and cirrhosis
Recall the tethers of a life
Teach me true forgiveness
Know that I am enough
But, addiction is insatiable
When it’s time to strike, strike
When I let go the trial starts
An addict is an addict for a lifetime
Walk the stations day after day
Naked and humbled each morning
Endure emptiness’ open palms
Find amity in fear's closed fist
Each iteration is not a failure
Be proud above happy people
With their sanctioned addictions
We are the socially unacceptable
Making failure our familiar
Our struggle the incomparable
If by chance you receive this message
Riddled by your daily choices
Addiction has no beginning or end
Returning to the 12th station
Eli eli lama sabachthani
Expire like thieves beside the helpless
Resurrect me on the 15th
Stumbling is better than stasis
Lay me beside you entombed
I am thirsty, Lord
Tetelestai
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