Addiction

Just a poem that came to me this morning that others may relate to.

Knawing, burning
within
Running ,running
a sin

Can't live with
At times couldn't be without
Pulling free but
Clouded with doubt

Line is thin
A fight within
Right against the wrong
A weak struggle
Remaining so strong
Sometimes simply
Just drifting along

Too independent and dedicated
to need
A crutch or something
On which to lean

Winning the battle
but fighting it
each and every day
A heart in love
A family to hold
Stearing the right way

The control fades
But faintly remains
The fight
Buliding up
Faith and strength

Control absolute no more
I have mine
Do you know yours?