Poem -

Needles

Our life is what we are fighting for
No more picking needles up off the floor
Turn your back on the drugs you see, open a new door
You can take back your life and even more
You’re on a path that started from a broken window
Eject yourself from the life you live, start your journey tomorrow
Take the time today to see what you are missing
Stop picking up the needles, stop feeding the demon that’s hissing
I know it’s harder than I write it out to be
But we all deserve a life that comes peacefully
We are who we are, some of us may not know just yet
But if we give ourselves the benefit of the doubt, we can set boundaries, no wars, no debts
We can go on day by day without having to answer to someone
We can go on day by day just doing simple things for anyone
The needles need to be abandoned, let your soul come back home
Stop feeling like you owe the devil your soul, he doesn’t control your dome
I’ve seen what needles can do, please believe it’s not the right thing to do
You’ll become someone you don’t recognize, you’ll become invisible through and through
I am only one person who has experienced pain from a different kind of muse
But please don’t allow yourself to become the headline on the news
So turn your back on the drugs you see
We can change the world by starting with you and me

Stephanie Davis
May 2021

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