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This poem has to do with Self-help and attending Narcotics Anonymous meetings and getting better.

There is also a little religion involved here. As I have mentioned in previous poems a few years ago, my Mom grew up a Christian Scientist and taught those principles to us, her four children. It did not quite work on me, however! ........

Sixty-Eight days clean,
YET I had not been
attending meetings every day.
Things had been getting over-whelming.
I am getting so mean,
only time will be a telling!

This drug had been
leaving my system,
I am finding the “real” me!
I am sometimes “sweet”, mostly nice;
yet naughty there is a side to me!

I grew up without knowing
Jesus Christ and the Holy Bible.
(It is rather a long story)
Mom took that access away
from me at age four,
when she divorced Dad.

I never realized it till I was at
the hospital; I have much
anger about the divorce!

Yes, the feelings are there and I
cannot recall too many memories,
but I am dealing with it and
almost over it now.

Yes, I know, that was “In the Past”,
but I still have to deal with the feelings
and process it in my own mind before I
can forgive. Understand? Thank you.

Written by Becca P Lang (Henry) on June 1^st, 2005 6pm CST, DST.
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Updated on June 11^th, 2005 at 11:50pm CST, DST. All rights
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