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Not too Late

I kept hearing its Not too late for me, I kept thinking it was... I kept trying to prove myself right, it turned ugly, really bad.... I couldn't see a future free of my addiction and I wanted out in a flame of glory.

It turns out, it wouldn't of been any kind of glory at all...

Prison saved me... It was shit... I hated it... It seemed after a while the only people who were hurt by me being away was my family.

By the time I woke up a few months into my sentence, after being held away from all and every temptation, is when I realised who'd really been hurt by my actions.

I started to address some of the issues that lead me down that road, I went to the inclusion group meetings sometimes just to get out of my cell for 30mins but as time went by I'd learnt how good it was to talk about all the shit I held in before.

Its been a long time since I smoked out, its been a long journey but I just live each day as it comes.

It's Not too late for me and if you're here reading this then its not too late for you either, as long as you draw breath you still have a chance.

Created at: Aug. 5, 2024, 1:56 a.m.

Updated at: Aug. 7, 2024, 8:41 p.m.

Status: Pending

Number of comments: 5

By:Frank