Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

No More Dope - Poem by Matthew Foor

I focus on me
On this recovery of mine
That's how it's gotta be
It's going to take a little time

Not ready for even a simple love
Not equipped to handle that
Needing some help from up above
Before I'm up to bat

My happiness is up for grabs
To those who really care
Not for those known as crabs
Or those who wish to stare

For now my heart takes a back seat
As my mind and body repair
This journey is a fantastic feat
Relapse I do not dare

To back pedal now would reap no reward
It would only cause me pain
Faith in what I'm moving toward
It will save me from disdain

Support comes in many shapes
It comes in many forms
My mother, who is sweet as grapes
Now I'm hungry for an orange….

My step-father earned the title of "Dad"
He treats me as his own
Rarely does my dad get mad
He often throws me a bone

Both mom and dad
They gave me hope
Supported me to the end
I used their money to buy my dope
Cuz dope was my only friend

As an addict
I often lied
I'd often use deceit
I also often cried
When I admitted to defeat

90 days clean now
No more lies need be told
Go ahead and ask me how
Self-respect, I do now hold

My focus has returned to me
Much clearer than before
Who knew how much happier I'd be
No need for dope anymore

Instead of drugs, I turn to words
To escape my everyday
Peering outside and watching birds

There's nothing more to say

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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