- Drugs
- Faith
There was a flood of unknown false.
And I swam through the depth of pain.
The body’s frozen but heard a pulse.
But didn’t reach a place to rest in a lane.
The dead emotions just kept on rowing.
The days, the months and the years.
Feeling self-pity, self-unknowing,
Storing in eyes, the ocean of tears.
Almost found myself, in the dark dead zone.
Barely sustainable body, with punctured bones.
The marrow itched, could do nothing,
When fingers paralyzed, then realized something.
The door of NA, finally I knocked.
The first freedom, the door unlocked.
And I feel the miracles, no matter how?
That was then and this is now.
The past is a thunder when the future is rain.
Practicing the wisdom, resting on my lane.
Living in a present in a strong NA chain
Whisper to myself, this is now and that was then.
This moment, I see myself in thousands of friends.
Once I was lost. Well, this is now and that was then.
Thanking You Sincerely,
Nirnaya, An Addict.
My story is yours.
And your story is mine.
Almost occurred the same.
May be in a little different time.
I started my footsteps
Where I was surrounded with big sparkling zeros.
In my possibilities of recovery.
There are many unknown, multi-talented recovering Heroes.
I do pray that you do the same.
Addict is just an addict, nothing to do with names.
Recovery is our milestone, wisdoms are valuable gems.
We drop our words which would remain always anonymous.
No matter how you share, those emotions seem truly quite synonymous.
So, my story is yours.
And your story is mine.
We are the collections of tightened dots
Which makes one positive straight line.
Believing in higher power is a complete surrender too.
The story frequently you share, I share that too.
Some say, we can’t put a big can inside a small can.
Just squeeze the bigger can with hope and faith..
And trust me, “Together we can.”
I would like to salute and pay gratitude to you all.