A post from the creative corner: On addiction.

ADDICTION:
I believe addiction takes away the parts of us that make us more human
and replaces them with a hopefully hopeless, lovesick infatuation.
"I can't live without it!"
but, you are dying to live in it.
What is addiction?
Addiction is the death we let hibernate inside of us.
And our deliverance comes through the re-birth of redemption.
What is addiction?
Addiction is wanting something that is not good for you,
while everything falls apart around you.
Where does addiction leave us?
Addiction leaves us with shame, as half of our heart sinks,
happy memories sleep.
Addiction awakens, deadening every pain into
temporary moments of illusioned bliss.
Addiction is a temporary escape to a source of permeanent damage.
Addiction is not US. Addiction is NOT YOU.
Addiction is a habit, a mistake, & its our enemy.
Addiction cannot cuff us behind the prison doors of shame and suffering any longer.
Hope is to be hung on the walls of self prophecy and inner fufillment...
Nature is our most faithful companion to new life... &
understands that as seasons change, so do our hearts multiply,
transforming the empty holes into which we store
our physical, emotional, and symbolic drugs,
into distant worries and past nightmares.

Set your foot on the brakes of addictions gut and forfeit the medal of secrecy and pain.
Are you ready to rise above the weakness?
Addiction does not define us.
Hope can liberate us, if only, we let forgiveness consume our souls...

Addiction limits the amount of time we spend racing against the clock.
Sing with me a sorrow song... let me hear it...
Addiction is our slave... the one who would give a right arm
or left leg for supernatural freedom...
...as sprinkling perserverance resonates on our ticking bomb...
do you hear the clock...hear the clock?

Addiction races against mortalities watch...

10..9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...
Lets march out of the doors of shame and suffering together,
reclaiming the power we once had, to take control of our lives,
for the better, for freedom, happiness, and to truly love
what is good in life again...

we can do it. army of soldiers &
...the slaves to the enemies that want to destroy what is only pure and beautiful inside of us. Hold up your banner of hope and breathe new life again. Seasons change and so can you.
Your journey has barely begun.

Amen. God. Elohim. Lay your hands on this land of heavy burdens. Amen.

----spokenwordartist---Cynth.
---poetsarebornnotmade.

A lot to think about.