The Haunting of Addiction

          It sits like the ugliest of gargoyles on the edifice of Notre Dame, but upon all addicts shoulders. It lies in wait of the opportunity to whisper defeatism's into the ear of the addict. Your success is nothing to this creature ,as it knows the inner weakness's of the addict and will whisper with its fetid breath the promise of the first high. The addict knows the first high was lost so long ago and the next high only begins at the deep bottom one has climbed out of bravely and triumphantly. It is only a matter of time when one will fall if the foundation is not set and the addict strong. The struggle is a fierce daily routine as we watch as the fallen succumb to the gargoyle's deathly grip and the young,old,male and female are placed in the grave covered by the tears of those left behind to wonder what if...
           Words seem to calm with the serene prayer we so truly believe but its the questions we ask ourselves that the gargoyle has delivered, are we weak, are we the filth we left far behind,  are we truly meant to be that husk of a soul that haunts are dreams. Will we be one covered by our loved ones tears.
            We are strong if we just believe. We are the survivors of pain not imagined by the non addict, and we will recover from that urge if we can just believe in ourselves and live in the now and forget the past, and accept the present. We will overcome.