Pain And Addiction: Opioids One After The Other - Why
It Wasnt Working - I Wasnt Functioning ?
The early 2000s is the time frame.
After the car accident, I was never the same.
Flipped and Tossed,
You never really get over it, you feel lost.
The pain was getting bad.
So doctors prescribed opioids, which is sad.
Every time it got worse.
More opioids, the curse.
It got to the point where I couldn't do it anymore.
Called an amazing doctor, who helped me at the door.
Had a bed waiting for me to heal.
It wasn't easy, goodbye to every pill.
The doctor was doing his job, a pill to help you heal.
Now it isn't like that, now that's a big deal.
My recovery took time and a lot of rehab.
It never should have happened, it's sad.
So why is the world filled with so many opioids today?
Where are they coming from, wish they would stay away.
Reaching out to those who need the pill.
There is hope, you want to get better, stop being ill.
Some good people can help you.
Reach out, they will show you what to do,
Take it from me life gets better, you will see.
You and I will be free.
About the Creator
Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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So sorry for what happened to you 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️ Your poem was very hopeful and optimistic!