Vice

If I was still in Texas
I’m quite sure all my exes
Would still be banging on my bedroom door
Hitting this up and demanding more

If I was still in my addiction
I’m quite sure my predilection
Would still be spending time
Casting my pearls before swine

If I was still afraid
I’m quite sure my fear
Would paralyze my ability
And prevent me from this freedom

My addition was my jailer
My vices were the chains
That held me down
And kept me in constant pain

My addictions led me down paths
Too dark to recall
And my addictions nearly took my life
The greatest gift of all

And so here I am 5 years later
Battle scars well contained
The addict nearly decimated
And the goddess woman remains