HERO;IN ADDICTION

The dragon is elusive

Chase it down, no escape

Wrap in foil, Turkey is far too warm

Silence the clucking, nodding off

Warm flush, pain free push

Hungry demon temporarily sssshhh’ed

Rapidly headed into the rush hole

Cost of this ride? – your soul

When the frazzle frizzles & you’ve rinsed it clean

In the pipeline is no relief

Pin your hopes on the direct mainline

Making tracks to despair

The world’s tinted Brown

Hints of light and dark

Speedballing, scored own goal

The sound of rattling is deafening

Waves of nausea, ebb & flow

Skag sticks, no night nurse

The aching is killing

Fiending the boot

Cracking up. High is really low

Pop, pop – here’s a bag for your head

Farewell Bro, you’re long since dead

That junk was expensive

Rock bottom cost you everything

Trapped between ‘H’eaven & ‘H’ell

Smack, that hit hard

Slip into eternal euphoric slumber

Feeding the Dragon

Battling the demons

“JUST ONE LAST HIT – THIS IS IT! ”

The mantra of every Hero;in the mist of addiction. ….

TBC

Written by Kristie Townsend in 2016 after the death of my brother.

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When I loss my brother unexpectedly to an overdose I had so many unanswered questions, unsaid words, conflicts of thoughts, feelings, and felt as though I could not grieve openly as losing life is still so stigmatised… I will not sugar coat this – I felt ashamed…

Of his life choices and of myself for many reasons

I didn’t take the time to try to understand addiction or how it might be effecting his life overall… All I saw was bad behaviour, lack of self care, dependency on a chemical that I have never experienced, selfishness..

This is not reality …

Too late after he left but I had to do something about processing what I was going through, battling, experiencing as I was sinking..  drowning… And I was terrified of the future

I began reading about his particular drug of choice, simply noting the words that jumping off the page at me.

Then addiction and the resources available to treat the client , recovery and wellness…

Again one word notes, finally came family support for those left behind.

I found myself with a notebook full of scribbles and a head full of ideas…. Poetry is a great release for myself and I began writing a series of poetry that I entitled “Hero;in Addiction” – a sisters perspective.

I wanted to share with others my writing and to offer comfort too. I started a blog. “My Journey Through Madness” was born.

I am so proud of this. We work to End Stigma, Raise Awareness and Provide Support for anyone experiencing a particularly difficult time. The page is not a professional service.

It’s merely a sisters perspective on life .. after … The before