This Poem Is My Own Recovery From Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’ O little white tablet, how I hate you, I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you. You looked so innocent, so white, so pure. I was told you were the answer to everything, (The cure) No-one told me, when they introduced me to the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue. The blue being five times stronger than you. No-one told me of the dangers you held within. Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering. No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen years of my life. That I would be unable to function properly, as a Mother and Wife. No-one told me, I would get addicted to you. Of all the pain and suffering, I would have to go through. To get you out of my system, alone took two years. Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears. Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia. Several more years, destroyed by fear. Which a lot of people, say is caused by you. Not being able to go out, far or near. Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear. O little white tablet, how I hate you. But in the end I was the winner Not you. This poem refers to prescribed drugs