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I Survived

From a plastic void
The white pills descend
Into my waiting hands
To give me strength
In a dark fierce world
Demons which only I can see

I never believed
In the medical spells
To combat the black dog
Growling at my sweating brow
They said it is illness
I swear it is normal

But through the sunset tears
And the sunrise dread
Looking to the day
And embracing the stars
Taught me the only wisdom
I will ever need

And now the little white helpers
Are locked under stairs
And I weep with pride
To say to my haters
I survived

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This is a summary of an internal battle with self doubt and a near addiction to drugs that was fought off through embracing the greatness of nature
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your haters survive? I see lots of strength here. I think that self-doubt is the hardest to survive, of course the added persecution from those that haven't the strength themselves or those wanting to be better than someone else, makes it harder too. I am glad that you have found a place that will encourage you and help you become a better poet. I have been a member of Neopoet for about 14 years and have found many friends here and I do believe that I have become a better poet.
You are free to explore many different types of poetry and most likely will settle on a style of your own. I see nothing here that I would change. Nice work. ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I am reminded about the Rolling Stones tune "Mother's Little Helper" here, laughing at the thought of that!

However your piece has a much more serious bent to it. As Geezer mentioned above, strength, self-doubt, perception... as well as the ability to stand on one's two feet and look the hater in the eye...

I would only suggest one additional line in S4, just to keep to the 6 line stanzas that preceded it.

On your info page, what does "Balter" mean?

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this is a very well written piece on the battle with drug addiction. I've been there and it is no walk in the park. my love was crystal (meth amphetamine) I started when I was 18 but my mother's diet pills were handy when I was 14. I found I could write like a maniac!

oh how your poem takes me back! it was a daily fight and tug-of-war with the black dog! obviously your theme appeals to me, and your descriptions are so right on target, i feel them in my core. thanks for writing it. I feel every word of your ordeal. I wish I had the ability and strength to write like this.
in the end it took a lot of will power for me to free myself from its clutches. I congratulate you on your success.

*hugs, Cat

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