Feels Good
21 December, 2010
Author: Squirrol
Feels good to have met you to talk with you
to have seen you to have learned of your addiction and pain
to feel for a moment your torment that has kept you in a fog
of who or when will you finally be free from her who holds You in.
she thinks she can just pull you in.
back into the mirror and make You into her image
but she forgets she is weak
and she knows you hold the key to your heart,(Love).
she is not strong like you.
I know I saw it in your eyes I heard it in your voice.
she is scared now, she feels your strength
you have overcome her before and you have conquered her.
she must accept you now,
You are (free)free to live
and she will always be alone in the mirror of your past.
------- Author's Notes -------
to anyone who is struggling with an addiction you can be free, keep your self know your self and be free. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
anonymous (71.217.59.14) -- Tuesday, December 21 2010, 08:36 pm I'm addicted to riding dirtbikes. I feel free when I do, in the woods, mountains and open meadows. Am I on the same page? Very nice poem. |
squirrol (98.209.227.8) -- Wednesday, December 22 2010, 06:25 am for you it is good , unless riding takes away the time you should be spending with the ones that count as more important .and it hurts them. ps. picture someone standing in front of a large mirror outside. the ovel shaped kind that you can turn and on the other side it has a mirror to, you look in the mirror you see your image reach out of the mirror,grab your hand and try to literaly pull you into the mirror. |
Mallisa Jackson (161.38.221.184) -- Friday, January 21 2011, 04:30 am I have had many addictions ( not nessasery drug related) but Anarexia Bulimia and cutting always seem to consistantly cross my mind. breaking those addictions where one of the hardest things i have ever done and there is not a day that I do not think about going back to them. However, I know that is a part of my life that I never want to relive it sometimes seems distant as though it never happened. However the scars upon my veins ensure me that the vacant memories are real. I love this and really relate too it. |
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