Sweeping up a dimly-lit gym,
A strong, sober man, prays a silent hymn,
And although ever year, he slowly grows older,
Every year, he also grows stronger,
And steadily more sober.
For many a year, he injected toxic sludge into his limb,
And for many a year, life was quite grim,
He grew emaciated, sickly and pale,
And when he saw his family and friends,
They all said he looked far too slim,
Those days were full of darkness and despair,
Those were the days he spent straddling the White Mare,
The Addiction grew stronger,
And the Night grew longer,
Until it seemed that, as last,
No light remained,
It only existed, as a memory, in the past...
Riding the white mare,
Had turned life into a living Nightmare,
But from those awful dream, we always wake up,
Through strength, and courage,
And interminable will,
The man woke up,
And dumped his past, into a mental landfill,
The first day was the hardest,
Following the second, and the third,
But he would not follow, his enabling herd,
He rehabilitated himself,
Embracing his sobriety,
While simultaneously, embracing healthy habits,
Combating his anxiety,
Instead of crushing six vials in a weekend,
He crushed six plates on the bench press,
Finding a productive way to relieve his stress.
Exorcising the weakness, and expelling the Heroin,
He now has the muscles,
Of a Nordic Barbarian.
Although, in many ways,
He used to be quite weak,
He has decimated those qualities in himself,
And that is something, we should all seek.