Here is the poem again, sorry for the confusion with reblogging. 🙂
Memories follow you wrapped in a blanket of pain
that you would rather forget and leave behind.
Your lips with a smile offer no apologies
as you walk among those that give their lives in vain
for a moment of pleasure, not knowing the etiologies
that caused such suffering to encrust in your mind.
Dragging your chains behind, faking every move
as to appear sane since sanity is to be desired
by those who are blind for your cause to survive-
I see ghosts of torturing hands seeking to prove
that your insanity was caused by your drive
for a sweet drug and not things that transpired.
But we know of crimes committed in the night,
of pain caused by faked intentions to provide
love and care openly received in your weakness,
in a moment of despair giving in without a fight-
We know of how faking protects your uniqueness
from those wanting to take it away as they tried.
To forget for a moment, to finally make a connection
with something that may set your mind ablaze
without pain and a moment of sanity restored
as you succumb to the sweetness of the crave-
But short lived, as now reality you must face
and merciless the anguish and pain is even more.
In the midst of all you cling to hope without direction
as the chains become unbearable to drag anymore.
I wrote this poem almost two years ago after meeting someone that was fighting an addiction to cocaine. As I got to know her better I was able to see how a life of abuse was connected to her choices. I work with addicts every day and this is a repeating story that wears me down every time as I truly care to help.