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ADDICTION AFFLICTION by Abby Yael

I know there is hope for every single person out there that struggles with his or her own addiction, whatever it may be...

Although I wouldn’t classify myself as a smoker anymore, I think it’s still something that I’ll always battle with on and off. As I continue my journey of self-exploration and am more in touch with my mind body connection, it is getting easier. Listen to your deeper self and ask yourself some questions.

Addiction Affliction
by Abby Yael

‘I really need a smoke’
is the diction
of my addiction;
the insipid voice of evil benediction.
Waiting for something to upset me
to truly affect me
so I can reach for my vice,
guilt free for my predilection-
A free pass for one or ten
Or however many the mind 
has designed and justified 
to fit into a metaphorical box of excuses
that would span the entirety of the world 
If the contents were unfurled
No matter how many pretty packaged boxes we open,
each one’s filled with destruction, sealed with a deadly kiss
from the fake lips of a smiling assassin.
You might argue you like it
the stubborn inner child who flips the finger 
to authority or the well meaning majority,
but don’t be fooled sweetheart
it’s the stockholm syndrome talking.
Take control of your body
Be kind to your mind and watch the voices 
that make excuses for your choices.
Take a moment to breathe
Ask yourself a deeper question;
what’s the anxiety 
underneath
the knee-jerk reaction that’s craving relief?
Does this action positively affect 
your future self?
Have you tired of putting bandaids 
on internal bleeding?
Remember:
You’re strong, you’re worthy
look inside and decide
to learn from this journey.

Abby Yael is writing from the heart, sharing stories and trying on different people’s shoes. Exploring the human condition through love, life, words and art. Abby has recently had the epiphany that her interests are her therapies. She dabbles in all the things that make her feel alive and centered: Acting, yoga, writing and appreciating the small things—finding beauty in even the darkest of days. You can find her on Facebook here.



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