I’m slowly killing my body
I pull one out
The body long and white
Smells fresh, smells new, smells good
In my hand—a yellow piece of plastic that makes fire
Light. Inhale. Exhale. Breath.
How did I get here?
It’s a slow death
Non painful, except for the occasional burn
Toxins leaking into my body, I go in ease.
Inhale. Exhale. Breath.
Why do I do this?
I hide away from the world,
Even though they care not what I do
I’m afraid. Afraid of who may find out.
Maybe I’m even afraid of the thought
Of God losing His love for me
Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Breath.
Where to go; what to do?
The last glowing ash falls to my feet.
That one done, I’m one step closer
To my slow death.
I wish for another but fight against the thoughts
Trembling now, I walk…then run to the woods
The person in this will remain anonymous, but as this person takes up her/his pack and “light er’ up” as this person puts it, I cringe with disappointment. My eyes become glazed with sadness. My heart grieves. My nose wrinkles with the smokey thought. I know one day this person will let go of the monsters that are holding onto his/her hand.
To those who feel like they can never quit, you can! It’s not easy, but I promise you, you’re life is worth it. Every minute you you gain will be one step towards a better life!