A truth not easily accepted

(Dope has no power  
It is an inanimate object  
I have to animate by choosing to place it in my body)  
 
I am a junkie  
I succumb to dope  
I lie!  
 
I am a junkie  
I succumb to my lack of ability to face life in its truth  
I accept!  
 
I am a junkie  
I succumb to excuse  
I rationalize.  
 
I am an a junkie  
I succumb to my bottom  
I brake.  
 
I am an addict  
I succumb to a new way of thinking  
I reach out.  
 
I am an addict  
I succumb to my powerlessness  
I stop being god.  
 
I am an addict  
I succumb to God  
I am reborn.  
 
I am a child of God  
I succumb to the truth that I always was  
I embrass.  
 
I am a sinner  
I succumb to my imperfections  
I accept I need to continue to try!  
 
I am a disciple  
I succumb to His calling  
I seek His will.  
 
I am a work in progress  
I succumb to the shaping of the Holy Spirit  
I learn to be clay in the Potters Hands.  
 
I am forgiven  
I am accepted  
I am worth sacrifice in the eyes of my maker  
I am so much more than the junkie, the lie,.  
 
I am praying now, this poem, this moment, in the presence of the greatest lover of my life!