Poem #331

Just come home.
This is not in a selfish way, I am not
asking you to come back to me.
I am asking you to come home. 

To the home that doesn’t have a roof
or 4 walls.
To the home where you feel safe, 
no matter where it is.
Just come home. 

The lines and the smoke won’t 
ease that mind. You need to come home.
There is safety in the light,
there can be peace in the dark.
Just come home. 

Poem #51

If you quit smoking lighting up
just one more cigarette will lead you
to smoking a whole pack a day.
If you stopped drinking, just more
shot will bring you to the bottom of the bottle.
Bad habits have a way of pulling us
in, swallowing us whole and making us
their slaves who always crave more pain.

It’s the same with people. Once you
quit them, just one more moment
could lead to a relapse, months of
rehab and withdrawal crisis.
You can’t do something bad just once
thinking you will be able to wake up
in the morning and just be fine.

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