12 years
For 12 years I was not me
For 12 years I was not free

That which I could have been
I was not
That which I could have done
I did not
Those whom I could have helped
Received nothing

For I was imprisoned by two masters
And I gave them much help

Masters I helped to create
I gave them " the key" over me
When I gave into their poisonous influence
Again and again

Drugs and alcohol were my Masters names
Enemies that the human race knows well
Including me

For 12 years I was there willing slave
Masters of comfort I thought they were
When in reality they were creators of my destruction

Those who were"imprisoned" with me
They looked up with me, served with me
For my masters were theirs too

"No, I am not high" I would say
But those who loved me knew better
"That's not alcohol you smell"
But again, those who loved me knew better
"Where is all your money?" Loved ones would ask
"I had to pay bills" I would answer
But there was one bill I always paid

Stupidity was in my left hand
Idiocy was in my right hand
For some of the crazy things I done
Under my masters control

At a party, serving my masters in December 1991
Driving home very late
"How did I wake up in this field?"
I was lucky I woke up at all

Good sense later told me
Next time I may not be so lucky
Common sense told me
Good sense was right

Good sense told me
Your masters are going to kill you
Again common sense said
Good sense was right

January 1, 1992. A New Year's resolution I made
To escape from my masters control
A firm decision to stop serving them
And to take back the precious things they took from me
My mind, my time, my life

But my body remembered their false feelings of pleasure
It screamed its rebellion nonstop
"Traitor... Coward... you need us... you always need us" they said
But I proved them wrong

16+ years later
I am still free

No doctors office for the mind did I visit
No treatment center knew of me
For determination and persistence were my counselors

My masters are now faded memories
Powerless to stop me now
From releasing my potential

So wonderfully free do I feel
I can't touch the sky
I can glide with the clouds
I can soar to the stars
I see the ordinary as a new world
My senses are alive once more
Because of my freedom

The price I paid for my freedom
In tears
In shame
In sorrow
In lost years
In hurt loved ones
I am determined to never pay again

For I love you all, my family
I love you, my friends
I love my life
And most importantly

I love myself

TheTraveller   TheTraveller wrote
on 9/7/2012 1:49:47 PM
What a powerful write! Wonderful job man!

OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 1/6/2010 12:28:49 PM
Well said Star!!! You have ‘very appropriately’ summed up the struggle so many face. This is very well written and riddled with metaphors of some of the ‘other Masters’ we serve.

jlew1973   jlew1973 wrote
on 11/19/2009 3:27:08 AM
Dear Friend, I was lead to this poem after a comment you made on "A Caterpillar's Life." I don't know you except as a fellow artist, but I'm no less proud of you. Your work here is stellar worthy of your moniker, but the WORK you put in to become who you are now: FREE.... Words fail me. Thank you for bravely sharing your story and success in a beautiful poem. Your gift shines brighter to me because I now know something of what you've had to overcome. My own shackles were those of mental illness. Bipolar disorder which well meaning docs attempted to drug into submission. But much like you, I've released myself from it's grip. Bipolar disorder is never cured, but it doesn't rule my life as before and in fact I embrace it as part of who I am and my creative nature. Much respect to you. Pace et amor amicus, John

scooke2093   scooke2093 wrote
on 4/5/2009 3:08:48 PM
This piece is very touching, While I read it I thought of all those I know who are hokked on drugs, I was hooked on drugs and alcahol for about two years, I was on it every day, all day, non stop, But I am also a diabetic, I realized I was doing much more harm than good, So I quit, It was hard but I did it, not only for me but also for my family and friends, Stories of determination and dedication in quitting these things should be very influencial to us all, I know it was to me. thank you =]

on 12/21/2008 8:39:52 AM
EXCELLENT! You are right it sounds like my experience just a different addiction. I hope this year will be different and having the writing room to fill my spare time will help. It has thus far. I love all you guys, I have friends I have not, and may never met in my lifetime. Yet, I feel a closeness to each of you. I can be myself, talk freely and for that I say THANK YOU ALL!

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This poem is about my years of being a slave to drugs and alcohol....my "Masters". But as you will see, I did break free.
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