After a long battle with tempting addiction
I came to senses about
The destroyed mess I made of my life
Fumbled through dark until I got out

To see my face happy now is a blessing
Is there any gift greater than to live?
When grass tickles bare stumbling feet
Today content with what Earth has to give

Cannot imagine a future with ****** in it
Rather be dead than go through thaf one more time
It is a road leading to no gain
Only desolation; a steep hill to climb.

Those days will always be etched in mind
Reminder not to be engulfed, to stay strong
Because of ever-present marks on both arms
Have no difficulty living right instead of wrong.