The Shadows on the wall.

I went from staring at the sun, to staring at the shadows on the wall.

I went from going on movie dates with my friends, to sitting alone like pain never ends.

When it comes to drugs I have never been a rookie.

Seven years old the devil in a syringe took me.

I loved the feeling of pride when I hit a vein

The poison I thought was initially healing

Soon enough it went away

My skin turned yellow not feeling sane

Hearing came in waves that day..

Ripping my skin to pieces the bugs where eating away..

But that devil.. That devil I loved so much

Tried taking my life that day

Ladies in scrubs took me away, helped me recover

And i'm sober today

 

My brothers and sisters where gone 

Maybe this was a wakeup call to stay.. 

Mother was an addict her life falling apart

I am her strength we cant ever depart 

Every addict wants recovery, and recovery soon came.

There was nobody to blame. Oh no not today

We are people too believe it or not

Just living sober is harder than I thought.

 

The walls were so different 

No shadows oh no

Is this the feeling of sobriety? 

I most definitely wouldn't know..

The sky was so beautiful, moving slowly this time

This world didn't seem real, the hills, the stars, was I so blind?

Thinking and thinking.. It was because 

Because my life was no longer unmanageable 

I could finally love :) I could finally feel loved :)

And so, another day of staring at the sun 

 

Marissa Darrow 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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