Antidotal Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

By sip or sniff or puff
the poison wound its way
into our hearts and
made us ill,
but wanting more,
a want beyond our will.
We tried.
No simple cure
has yet been found.
On body,
mind it
slowly takes its toll.
The frame grows weak,
the crazy thoughts increase.
All try.
Most fail.
It's not enough to cease,
you have to work on you,
rebuild your soul.
If you can stand up
you can hold a door.
The humbler the task,
the more you gain.
Be here and now
not lost inside your brain.
Help make change happen and
help some more.
It's not about
what you think you deserve.
Give up.
Let go.
Now find a way to serve.