My life full of Meth...

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To the man I love- we did it!

Submitted: January 15, 2012

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Our first embrace could never have been our last,

It wasn't meant to be that way, not for us.

We have seen too much together, he and I.

Has there ever been two people more a part of each other?

I think not. But don't let me stop there. I'll prove it.

When we met, he was a pathetic being, full of Meth and hopelessness.

Beyond the bloodshot in his eyes, there was a light and it was kind.

More like gazing at an orb than a window to any mortal's soul.

Perhaps it was meant only for my eyes, as there was no one else that could see.

A life hardly worth living-filled with trash and bad people!

And then came my dilemma...How can I bring the light out for the world to see?

A decision came to me-certainly foolish and certainly brave.

One can't retrieve a lost soul from hell without going to hell to get it.

So down I jumped, down to meet him-and I too became

hopeless, pathetic and full of Meth.

As I dove into this world full of trash and bad people, my eyes never left the prize.

There he was! Come back to me and I will help you float atop this sea!

Alas, I never anticipated we could be separated by iron bars.

How can I hold his hand when we are both locked in a cell?

They said "Get out of here and don't you come back you scoundrels!"

They threw us to the streets, and I said to my love "Is that enough?"

Yes, it was.

But to my surprise it was I who couldn't stop.

Here I am with my dream coming true!

But I need a hit to celebrate.

This could not be happening! Was it possible?

I fell farther than he into the pits of hell from which I ventured to retrieve him?

Yes. For you see, it takes a light in your own eyes to identify the light in another.

But my light was gone.

And so I said "I'm so sorry. I tried to be brave but now it's not your light I crave"

We began to crumble, till  I knew it was true-

there was no longer one Meth addict in me-there was two.

I cried to him and said "Now it's done! I can't do this to our baby so stop, stop! STOP!"

And there he was to hold my hand and pull me from the slums.

Even if it were just for a second, I saw his eyes sparkle there and then.

So we struggled our struggle together and now the day is new again.

We are the ones who beat the odds- 2 years sober, the two of us together.

Plus one!

 

 


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