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To Be A Junkie
I've walked the streets for money
trembling in the cold
awaiting to enter the warmth of a car
I had a heart for them all
needing a little loving
I disgusted myself awaiting my next fix
the blissful warmth of the numb as the blood registers
and i'm taken all the way down on that elevator of relief
sweet oblivion taking me in it's arms and for the moment
I can see beauty in the most sinister of faces
the streets are harsh when the dragon is your master
beaten into the nether world one night
just to be out there again without skipping a beat
vomiting from one end and not shitting for days
ripping and running is a high all it's own
death breathing down your neck with it's putrid breath
smells like the sweet daisy chains of your youth
that you used to braid in your innocence
now a days I am a wife
a man who saw my dismal state and loved me still
who looked past my love of the needle
took me in when I was at my lowest
showered me with love and compassion
taught me to love again without my jaded edges
I would say he is my guardian angel
who loved a junkie
that clung to destruction
showing me a new way of being
now when I look in the mirror
it's no longer cracked and marred showing ten faces
now one face smiles back at me
no longer seeing the face
of a junkie whore
trembling in the cold
awaiting to enter the warmth of a car
I had a heart for them all
needing a little loving
I disgusted myself awaiting my next fix
the blissful warmth of the numb as the blood registers
and i'm taken all the way down on that elevator of relief
sweet oblivion taking me in it's arms and for the moment
I can see beauty in the most sinister of faces
the streets are harsh when the dragon is your master
beaten into the nether world one night
just to be out there again without skipping a beat
vomiting from one end and not shitting for days
ripping and running is a high all it's own
death breathing down your neck with it's putrid breath
smells like the sweet daisy chains of your youth
that you used to braid in your innocence
now a days I am a wife
a man who saw my dismal state and loved me still
who looked past my love of the needle
took me in when I was at my lowest
showered me with love and compassion
taught me to love again without my jaded edges
I would say he is my guardian angel
who loved a junkie
that clung to destruction
showing me a new way of being
now when I look in the mirror
it's no longer cracked and marred showing ten faces
now one face smiles back at me
no longer seeing the face
of a junkie whore
Published 9th Apr 2013
| Edited 10th Apr 2013
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Anonymous
9th Apr 2013 8:27am
Nice savior write crim...in a better place for sure....strider
9th Apr 2013 8:42am
9th Apr 2013 9:28am
A wonderful ending to a dark and difficult journey, sounds like a great guy Crim, so glad you found each other.
Great write dear. :)
Great write dear. :)
9th Apr 2013 9:34am
yes it's been a dark journey but thanks to the powers that be i'm protected now..thank you Magdalena..peace Crim :)
Anonymous
9th Apr 2013 10:01am
A great, heart filled piece dear Crim. We never know the roads another has walked nor the pains they have dealt with-that's why I try hard to judge no-one.
The whole poem speaks to my soul from yours..beautifully. thank's for sharing such a personal piece
Peace, Miki
The whole poem speaks to my soul from yours..beautifully. thank's for sharing such a personal piece
Peace, Miki
10th Apr 2013 7:22pm
9th Apr 2013 10:25am
A heartfelt poem, Crim.
I can see beauty in the most sinister of faces
the streets are harsh when the dragon is your master
beaten into the nether world one night
You brought life to this, showing the dark and
then how he brought you into the light;
a brave write.
Scribbler :)
I can see beauty in the most sinister of faces
the streets are harsh when the dragon is your master
beaten into the nether world one night
You brought life to this, showing the dark and
then how he brought you into the light;
a brave write.
Scribbler :)
10th Apr 2013 7:23pm
9th Apr 2013 12:24pm
10th Apr 2013 7:23pm
9th Apr 2013 2:24pm
A most Harrowing tale, always glad to see the journey turn happy :) --Indeed full of Heart, this fine work
10th Apr 2013 7:25pm
Anonymous
10th Apr 2013 00:36am
Thank you
for writting this
It helped
Me remember
Just why I'm here
xo
for writting this
It helped
Me remember
Just why I'm here
xo
10th Apr 2013 7:26pm
I'm glad you're here and I hope this poem helped in some small way..wishing you peace Crim :)
13th Apr 2013 00:30am
You're the only writer that can bring me to near tears over and over. I love you crim.
16th Apr 2013 3:53am
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27th Apr 2013 1:26am
Powerful and the imagery of the truth on the streets for an addict is perfect. Wonderful writing!
27th Apr 2013 2:48am
Anonymous
12th May 2013 4:15am
Your story is well written...now you have been brought to the point where you can no longer judge others as someone did not judge you and loved you for who you are......
Good work
Good work
12th May 2013 4:30am
thank you dearest Kitty.. no I've learned not to judge coming from where I do.. much love Crim
8th Mar 2014 2:07pm
I found this poem while checking out another poet's writing. She had saved it to her RL
You've been through so much Brenda. Thankful that you lived to tell.
xx
Poet
You've been through so much Brenda. Thankful that you lived to tell.
xx
Poet
8th Mar 2014 3:37pm
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16th May 2014 9:57pm
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