Anne Marie

I wrote this poem morning after the great booster session we had yesterday. I t helped me reinforce my commitment. Yesterday I used to smoke my life away enslaved, I was at the thought of my next smoke soaked in vile smells, wrapped in dull food tottering outside, smoking one, and one more. Early today breakfast came, I had coffee rejoicing, knowing I won't need that first puff drawing weekly plans in my pink diary and taking one step ahead, remembering Yesterday I’d only move in small circles.