This poem was read to me last night and I had to share it. Even though it is about an unhealthy relationship, it resonates with any addiction. Where most of us are paralyzed by overwhelming emotion, Treasure Howard finds a beautiful, brilliant voice. She is a conduit for the rest of us that are afraid to walk the razor sharp truth of our intuition.  If you are interested in more of Ms. Howard’s poetry, you can find it here.

The poem she shared with me last night has not yet been named, but here it is. Enjoy…

I pressed you to my skin

Like a syringe hits a junkie’s arm

I am a junkie now

Addicted to you

I knew I’d crash without you

I didn’t care

Wanted the high

I wanted you

Toxic

In my veins

In my mind

In my heart

It felt sublime

I walked on clouds

My head in the sky

But I had to have more of you

More of what I couldn’t have

I raged

You turned me inside out

Made a monster of me

Led me to the tracks

And pushed me into darkness

But I wanted you still

Had to have you

And when there was nothing left

When you stopped feeding my addiction

The withdrawals began

My insides trembled

For my beloved

But you were nowhere to be found

My brain is bashing about

Inside my skull

I need a hit

Fingers reaching out

In search of your touch

I need a hit

Eyes searching for a familiar face

I need a hit

Body longing for your voice

I need a hit

Need something

To make the shaking in my soul stop

But you are not it

I’ll use myself this time

Become high from my own

Essence

My own being

Because I am more

Than a trinket on your arm

More than a whisper on your lips

I am a storm

Passing over you

Wiping out the old

Blowing North with the new

I rise

Strong and Sober

Calm and Clean

And I don’t need you