Relapse: Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Addiction is such an ugly word, and often brings great pain:
Our emotions toy with the mind, causing tears to fall like rain.
The little chemist inside my head, has gone mad with power;
Thinking he has my relapse set, down to the very hour.

He's mixing up his potions, he's toying with my life;
He truely loves the chaos, mixed in with daily strife.
He adds alittle shame, and guilt unto the brain;
Then he adds alittle resentment, to ensure you feel insane.

cunningly then he sets the stage, with glee he pulls the trigger;
Your mind is now in relapse mode, your problems seem much bigger.
Your skin is starting to crawl, your mind is covered in haze;
Your heart is beating a way out of you chest, your in a relapse phase.

Stop and breath, count to ten, from the door slowly walk away;
Bow your head right where you are, or kneel down to pray.
Ask for help from your higher power, you know he's always home;
Give a call to your sponsor, pick up your damn cell phone.

Make a call to save your life, share all your going through;
Put everything on the table, and clarity will come to you.
The problems that seemed so big, will now seem quite small;
You will become much stronger, If you take the time to call.