That hostage was me drugs were the cell that imprisoned me
I was that hostage and the jailer too
Not one of us is given a torch big enough to lead the addicts of the world out of the darkness and into the light. Instead, each of us has been given a candle that burns for a short while with a flickering flame.
My faith was the key that set me free
I found him in NA
I looked beyond insanity
God blessed me with his anonymity
TODAY I HAVE MY FAMILY
I AM FINALLY FREE
If we stand together, the light will outshine the greatest torch; if we argue and bicker and blow at each others candles so that each of us starts shielding our own little flame, then the addicts of the world will continue to suffer in darkness,and so will we.
Dear Jason, I don't think anyone who has ever been addicted to drugs or spent any jail time, a year or more in a locked facility can't relate to your poem.
Being addicted to any substance for years. Like you did or have written about was a mental prison.
My journaling for years helped me soooo much. I got what is in my head out on paper. The things not worth sharing with other human beings. Like insane thoughts that willl be burned during our next really big fire in our family room.
Prayer journals I will keep for my Son or Husband if I pass on to Glory first. But the best part is that writting poetry is a "Gift." Continue to use your God given talent. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you Jayson fo the poem... the line "God blessed me with his anonymity..." touched me deep, wow, so true that's a very expressive line I must admit...
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"If we do an honest examination of exactly what we are giving, we are better able to evaluate the results we are getting."Chapter 10 - Emotional Pain - NA Way of Life.
that's a very expressive line I must admit...
