Addiction.
What if giving into our addictions wasn’t the easy route?
What if embracing our addictions meant to embrace life itself?
What if you were addicted to alcohol?
The sizzling burn as it charges down your throat,
Coursing through your veins,
Inducing confidence, unleashing bravery,
We think not of the consequences as we charge in, heart and soul first,
Into the depths of wherever life takes us,
A fiery attitude and unrelenting energy,
We hide our addiction, sipping the devils poison, disguised as anything else society would accept,
Until even our own bodies turn against us, leaving us frail and colourless,
Until next we indulge our addiction.
What if you were addicted to drugs?
A buzzing transition into a forbidden reality,
Hues of blinding colours, carrying you off into a spiritual dimension,
Your soul connecting with the power of the universe,
No longer can any physical problem stop you,
As you dance in the realm of Gods,
We hide our addiction, awaking into a dense reality of grey skies and metal sculptures,
Until we next indulge our addiction.
What if you were addicted to sex?
An intense tingling that scatters your thoughts and leaves your mind open to manipulation,
A loss of strength in your legs, a tongue sliding up your thigh,
A rush of emotion like no other, you live for the tease,
Built up tension exploding into a passionate embrace, your body drowning in an ocean of lust,
Two souls bare their cards on the table, open wounds laid bare, an undeniable connection made
Whispers of judgement chain you down, opinions formed into the sharpest of weapons and so,
We hide our addiction, holding our shivering bodies, supressing human nature itself,
Until we next indulge our addiction.
The coin spins and another story presents itself,
What if an addiction was an excuse, a mask used to hide your fear?
What if you were addicted to religion?
“I cant…” , constricted by stories of eternal torture,
What if you were addicted to helping?
Constantly proving your worth, desperately trying to sway the feelings of others,
What if you were addicted to giving?
You donate everything you have, down to the clothes on your back, until you have nothing,
What if our perspective on addiction is wrong?
Maybe we choose to ignore our addictions in fear of embracing who we are,
To become the final version of ourselves,
To deny addiction is to deny your life,
What if life just wants to be addicted to us?