Addiction Poem about Family

Poem About Overcoming Addiction

I was using a lot of cocaine, and when my younger sister told me that she was expecting, I felt the need to change my life. Then a good friend stepped in and told me that she was there for me, that she would help me every step of the way.

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That was a powerful poem that spoke to me on so many levels. I am a recovering heroin addict. I've now been clean for almost two months. I'm in a treatment centre. Your poem really resonates...

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You Saved My Life

Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.

Who knew the person to save me
would come as an unborn baby?
I know that I want you around as much as could be,
but who would leave their child with someone like me?
I know my sister loves me and it's not to hurt.
She's told me all along I'll always have her support,
but when someone is so wrapped up in drugs,
it's easy to say things and hand out some hugs.
but the love as an aunt came at me so strong,
I knew I could change and it wouldn't take long.
I have till September, I told myself,
so I'm taking this life and putting it back on the shelf.
A good friend I knew would help me get though,
a friendship so long, a friendship so true.
So I'll pack up my things a few months, that's all.
I'll miss my loved ones but be back in the fall.

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by Pretoria South Africa
11 years ago

Miss Heroine, you are one f' up injection.
Well listen to this, before you start fooling with me, just let me inform you of how our relationship will be. I will seduce you, rape you, starve you and make you my slave, I've sent many stronger than you to their graves.
Inject me in your arm, I rush through your veins, I have no use except to abuse your brain you are transforming, you would want to give me the blame? But I'm not the one with the 3 ml liquid sticking a needle in my own vein.
The vomit, the cramps, the blood, your gut tied in knots. The dying nerves screaming for one more shot, come on last one the endless starving, can only be saved by my little white grains, eating you up through your veins.
I know that you'll give me your body and soul. You are so out of control now come on just one hit cause that's all it takes for you to never have a break, Miss Heroin, your queen, your definite guarantee, to never be who you were suppose to be.
Landi Christine.

by Tim C
5 years ago

That was a powerful poem that spoke to me on so many levels. I am a recovering heroin addict. I've now been clean for almost two months. I'm in a treatment centre. Your poem really resonates with me and gives me great comfort in knowing that there are others out there who've felt the same pain as me.