Addict
Just because I’m breathing, doesn’t mean I’m alive.
A walking vessel, with one purpose and one drive.
Willing to abandon everything for one more magical ride.
To escape reality, trading in shame for my pride.
Ignoring my intuition, yelling and screaming for me to break free.
The demon I invited into my life, constricting its grip on me mentally.
Hush now be quiet, its probably too late.
Ill never find myself sober, and soon I will meet my fate.
Feeling like im always falling, reaching for that last bit of hope.
God grabbed my hand and threw me a rope.
He pulled me up and embraced me in his arms.
I was safe, warm and away from harm.
Reborn, awakened, he gave me meaning.
I always had trouble making myself aware or even believing.
Ill never turn back to that life, it just wasn’t the path He set forth.
But I will never forget I was an addict that God knew had self worth.
Copyright © Tylyn Lamb | Year Posted 2021
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