This is a short poem that Swaraj, one of my de-addiction patients (name changed to protect privacy and all that), wrote in the book of my cousin who is doing a thesis on the effects of counseling on addiction patients. He says he used to write even better before drugs addled his brain. And strangely, his title for the poem inspired me to return to blogging, as did his spirit... "Doesn't matter how down I am, doc.. I CAN ONLY GET BETTER!
ON THE WAY BACK.
The mirror was clouded
Hazy, unclear...
But some light filtered in when I ceased playing with smoke...
The fog's lifting now, the mirror's been always clear...
And I catch a glimpse...
Of myself.
ON THE WAY BACK.
The mirror was clouded
Hazy, unclear...
But some light filtered in when I ceased playing with smoke...
The fog's lifting now, the mirror's been always clear...
And I catch a glimpse...
Of myself.
