The Free Slave

I have been freed from the shackles of addiction.

I am no longer a slave, lusting and longing for my next reprieve.

I suffer no itch that cannot be scratched nor thirst that cannot be quenched.

I have choices.

Each day is a blank canvas. I am no longer limited to colouring inside the lines.

My world isn't so small anymore.

Active addiction is a suffocating, contracting, drawing in of energy. It is hot and muggy and dark.

Recovery is fresh air on my face, an explosion of creative energy, an orgasmic release.

I have been liberated.

And now the journey begins.