From Loss Comes Strength
From Gail C. Berreitter
You have lived in my life a long time
You have flourished in my memories
Gone now, but with your spirit still alive
I watch cautiously as each day passes
Ever vigilant for your cruel lies.
There were many things I wanted to do,
So many words I wanted to say
But I was mesmerized by your touch.
Through days of sorrow and anguish and pain
I couldn't find the words to say goodbye.
I had to find the strength to let you go
To lay you down to rest eternally.
I thought I was so very fortunate
To have had you all these wonderful years
but your deceiving ways have taught me much.
I remember how hard it was at first
I think of all the tears shed when you left
I became so bewildered and lost
You were a ghost violating my mind
Trying once again to captivate me.
You, in your Machiavellian custom
Thought I would become putty in your hands.
You disregarded my strength deep within.
You forgot that I have survived loss.
That I made it through the stresses of death.
I have lived most of my life with you
But I can no longer love you this way.
My mind does not want my body to rot.
Four months of suffering the loss of you
I am now free from your demonic ways.
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I found this poem and it says so much. I had this fear of losing a
piece of my life if I were to stop smoking, it defined me. I let
it define who I was. all the time I stood alone, not realizing how
much this "Friend" was my worst enemy. This "Friend" who I thought was a part of my life was hindering my life, it was tearing my soul apart. It was the small part of me that was asking for the death sentence. It wasnt who I was, it wasnt a part of me. I listened to people who said "Cigs were controlling my life"
Being one of inner love, I knew and found that Cigs never controlled my life, I controlled it, I decided to smoke, I decided to kill myself over time. I decided to let this demon invade my body mind and soul. Today I stand on my float, high as the eye can see, with air so clean and so fresh that taking that deep breath is no longer a way to get through a demon attack but a way of life to refresh my lungs. Breathing this fresh new air and smelling the fragrances of