Post by ladonna on Nov 23, 2008 3:47:38 GMT -8
Addiction, thy name is love.
Neither drug nor alcohol induced,
Thou art more euphoric.
The pleasure of feeling wanted and loved and needed,
Is necessary to happiness, a very pleasant high.
Everyone has this craving,
And anyone who says otherwise,
Is lying; only their own self will be deceived.
Yet sometimes we choose to believe a lie.
Love is more potent than any chemical.
Moreover, its addiction is harder to overcome than any other.
The empty feeling that comes with giving up on love
Leaves an abyss in our souls.
The ache is permanent, the scars unfathomable.
Oddly, there is some comfort to be taken in that.
Perhaps the stronger the addiction, the deeper the hurt,
The more likely we will vividly remember,
The less likely to allow re-infliction upon oneself.
Oh, we do not think of love as an addiction,
Yet, it is powerfully addicting.
It is almost impossible to let go, we fear the pain.
It is important to accept we are ripe for addiction,
Therefore, we must admit our responsibility.
My addiction has finally released me,
Moving on to yet another target,
It needs weakness to thrive,
Its control on me has lost its power.
Addiction no longer controls me,
It ran quickly, as I looked in its eyes.
I am very thankful
To have found that small spark within,
The ability to stoke it to a roaring fire,
Consuming my addiction,
Thankful to escape the hot burning ashes,
Not to be burned,
Nor allow myself again to be branded by it.
Leaving the addiction behind, not looking back,
I am no longer inhaling its acrid fumes,
Nor breathing its sooty breath.
Ah, Love may come again, someday,
Exhaling new life into me,
And, I will once again fly with it lustily,
My spirit again entwining with another’s.
I dedicate this to you, my past addiction,
In remembrance,
Listen for my voice.
Hear my whisper of thankfulness, as I soar.
Neither drug nor alcohol induced,
Thou art more euphoric.
The pleasure of feeling wanted and loved and needed,
Is necessary to happiness, a very pleasant high.
Everyone has this craving,
And anyone who says otherwise,
Is lying; only their own self will be deceived.
Yet sometimes we choose to believe a lie.
Love is more potent than any chemical.
Moreover, its addiction is harder to overcome than any other.
The empty feeling that comes with giving up on love
Leaves an abyss in our souls.
The ache is permanent, the scars unfathomable.
Oddly, there is some comfort to be taken in that.
Perhaps the stronger the addiction, the deeper the hurt,
The more likely we will vividly remember,
The less likely to allow re-infliction upon oneself.
Oh, we do not think of love as an addiction,
Yet, it is powerfully addicting.
It is almost impossible to let go, we fear the pain.
It is important to accept we are ripe for addiction,
Therefore, we must admit our responsibility.
My addiction has finally released me,
Moving on to yet another target,
It needs weakness to thrive,
Its control on me has lost its power.
Addiction no longer controls me,
It ran quickly, as I looked in its eyes.
I am very thankful
To have found that small spark within,
The ability to stoke it to a roaring fire,
Consuming my addiction,
Thankful to escape the hot burning ashes,
Not to be burned,
Nor allow myself again to be branded by it.
Leaving the addiction behind, not looking back,
I am no longer inhaling its acrid fumes,
Nor breathing its sooty breath.
Ah, Love may come again, someday,
Exhaling new life into me,
And, I will once again fly with it lustily,
My spirit again entwining with another’s.
I dedicate this to you, my past addiction,
In remembrance,
Listen for my voice.
Hear my whisper of thankfulness, as I soar.
