Poem I found that I had written while I was in treatment Oct 2007. It doesn't have a title or anything... but here it is~
The choices we make,
Decipher the paths we take,
May they be right or wrong,
It isn’t always easy to live so strong.
Everyone has a battle to fight,
At times, hope seems out of sight,
We can choose to deal, or run and hide,
But it is too much to bear, to keep inside.
Realizing life comes with the good and the bad,
We must appreciate what we have and had,
To live every day taking nothing for granted,
To keep our feet on the ground, firmly planted.
Everyone lives their life the best they think they can,
Of course, it may not always be according to plan,
Forced to cope with whatever comes our way,
Some people look for distraction, while others pray.
Everyone has their own way to cope, to survive,
Sometimes an addiction becomes our way to stay alive,
Some people find comfort in drugs and drinking,
A certain numbness, involves no thinking.
No matter the battle inside or out, being avoided or fought,
It always ends with at least one lesson being taught,
A sense of numbness can never really last,
And one’s life begins spiraling downhill, all too fast.
Hope and faith are needed to stay on track,
To help one find something one’s life may lack,
With them, the possibilities are anything in between,
And we can forget all the hurt we have felt or seen.
