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The Bottle (short poem)

What am I chasing at the bottom of the bottle?

Whatever it was by now I've surely swallowed.

Now my body is heavy upon waking as I just crave relief

My wallet is light from chasing my high by any means

My moral compass changes as I run low on funds

Now I'm contemplating doing things I never would have done.

I hear a voice in the back of my head saying "Stop this isn't you!"

But I've already gone so far I respond "What else do I have to lose?"

I'm just another addict who resorts to the bottle when I'm in pain

but how much longer before I'm dead or decide to change?

Through wasted times I have lost my purpose

Even the thought of life, well, it makes me nervous.

The bottle was a thief robbing me of peace

attempting and failing to use any substance as a release.

I've been filling a void for so long the old me is lost

Now though each day gets clearer and I'm no longer engulfed in a fog.

With help I don't need the bottle to satisfy although at times I still think I do.

I'm being taught that once I get it and the high passes I'll just be back to craving something new.

I lived as an extension of the bottle but am now finding a new identity

Knowing now beyond any doubt if I start using again my using will embody me

The success I am aspiring to is now within reach, but I'm still hungry for more

so I keep going to every meeting letting fellow recovering addicts move me forward.

I tell myself that I've got to stay sober and I know I can "one day at a time"

Those 5 words are what I grasp onto when it feels as though I'll lose my mind.

All those past years I had spent wasted never essentially went to waste,

for they can be put to use as an example of how not to live my old way