When I Think of a Cigarette
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the four thousand chemicals
that would rush into my mouth and
burn their way into my once healthy lungs.
I think about that nasty taste, that nasty
ring of polluted air I would create in the
space around my body. I think of the
looks of disgust given by those close by.
I think of those who politely stepped
away from me, and those who not so
politely stepped away.
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the forty seven years
I spent enslaved to its beck and call.
I think of the lies I told myself to ensure
it’s hold on me. How I convinced myself
that it’s treacherous act was fulfilling some
need, some longing that mysteriously
never went away. I think of the twenty
times each day I held the delusion
that it was making me feel better,
and thought I was sane in the process.
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the lengths I would go to
to get one – Late night solitary walks
to liquor stores in dangerous neighborhoods,
taking money from the children’s piggy banks,
writing checks on an account with no funds.
I think of how I convinced myself I was normal
and not a “real” junkie. How I lied to myself
constantly. I shudder at the thought. But things
are better now. I am free. I looked the demon
in his face, and saw him for the liar that he is.
When I think of a cigarette,
I no longer lust its poisonous pinion,
my senses have returned (and improved).
I smile at the recognition that I am a winner.
My sanity has returned. I am strong. I
have garnered the lessons this addiction offered.
I have unveiled the truth – I am neither
victim nor fool. In the wake of a once
destructive force, I stand victorious –
captain at the helm – punch my fists up in the air.
Rejoice in my new found freedom.
By Angela Moten
(written when she was 6 months smoke-free)
One day I will confess all the stupid things I did, when I was searching for a lighter and cigarettes or change to get some…pitiful,, just pitiful.
Great post… When I think of s cigarette… Well I know I need to toss it aside… I am healthy in my life and smoking is my only “addiction”… I know I will , It is hard though!.
Thanks for sharing and thursday hugs to you, Aquileana 😀
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Pretty girl with the pretty name…listen to me, it is not hard, not hard at all. It’s like everything in life, you have to really want it. If you ever want to quit smoking go to http://www.quittrain.com and do it with support…and of course I will be on your side. It’s actually a fun journey.
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Awww… Okay I ‘ll take a peak… 🙂
Will let you know how I am doing. I am now trying to smoke less than ten cigarettes per day!… That’s something to me!… Let’s start with that. I’ll bookmark the site right now. Thanks a bunch for your support !
Hugs !!! ❤
Aquielana 😀
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Hugs to you my friend!
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Excellent poem! I was lucky… I had a cigarette and vomited. That was my first and last cigarette…
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