Detoxing My Heart

Blurred lights; faint sounds,

Mumbling voices; chills abound.

Clammy skin; heart beating,

Dry mouth; am I dying?

Strained eyes; room spinning,

Floating objects; gut wrenching.

Spiders crawling; lice gnawing.

Fingers clawing; am I drowning.

Detox room for safety reasons,

Blankets removed; skin freezing.

Side to side; tossing and turning,

All the while my soul was groaning.

Why am I still here I ask myself,

I had made my peace; bid myself farewell.

People obstructed my obsession,

Obsession with death; with life’s sessation.

Angry I was with the way of events,

As I lay contemplating my situation at the present.

Lost; alone; misunderstood,

When out of prison; kill myself I would.

But the empathetic staff of inpatient care,

Stirred within me an ember, a flair

Fostered a ray of hope so rare,

Expressing concern about my welfare.

Love and care won my heart,

Helped me heal right from the start.

Try I promised myself that day,

As I dropped to my knees and prayed.