We Poem by Ima Ryma

There are so many things in life
One can become addicted to,
Resulting in a lonely strife,
And so unsure of what to do.
There's no quick fixes, no sure cures
To stop oneself from self abuse.
And so the living hell endures,
Body, mind and soul - a recluse.
But help is in the way of we,
In coming together to share
Life's ups and downs in unity.
One can get well because we care.

We are addicts anonymous.
If you are one, come join with us.