Addiction is a place that feels like home
Where we’re comfortable; accepted; celebrated
Addiction shows us a world we wish existed
When we’re addicted
We yearn to feel or unfeel –
To nibble at numbing pleasure
To find acceptance –
Amongst others
Be it real or in our mind
Allowing us to act or unact with no hindrance
To feel free though we’re stuck on rewind
A world of yes, yes, yes
Such feelings could be honorable
In a sober mind, call it confidence
But the end no longer justifies the means
As we’re forcing yes in this instance
Addiction can be a drug
A poison
A thought
A misalignment of what we see;
Perceive
A disconnection to the reality
Bestowed upon us Here
And Now
Addiction is a place that feels like home
Where we’re comfortable; accepted; celebrated
Addiction shows us a world we wish existed
And in the end, consumes us
NOTES:
I wrote this poem inspired by a small essay I wrote on addiction. Rummaging through my old writings, I came across it. As I re-read this poem, I begin to notice different ways of interpreting its words. Funny how that can happen to one’s own work.

Good to need somethings dear Sarrah. Some addictions make us seek greatness. Outstanding words and thoughts shared. I loved the photo. Open and free land.
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Indeed, some things are great to be “addicted” to. Thank you for your lovely words ❤
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I agree dear Sarrah. We must love something or fall into the fray of loneliness. You are welcome.
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Where are you gal ? Missed you last few days. All well?
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Hello lovely. All is well in my world, I went through a mini-phase falling into my own thoughts for a few days. But I am back and enjoying poetry again 🙂 I am sending you a great big huggle, thank you for checking in on me – you have such a beautiful soul!
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