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Smoking
by Ann MillsSmoking people are seldom seen
for they hide behind their screens;
Screens of lies, untruths, deceit.
These self-denials bring on defeat. 07/17/1988 Author's Note: Update:
As of 10/31/09 it will have been one year to the day I banished smoking from my life and lungs. An appropriate celebration of my one year anniversary will find me walking for the Step Out Against Diabetes walk in the ballpark at Arlington.
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I am still a smoker. When I have quit this disgusting habit in the past, my crutch to start back up again has been the weight-gain. My most recent attempt was foiled by the realization that while as a smoker I am a social pariah, my social standing would be even less acceptable were I to kill my own offspring (they are teenagers). I have decided to risk my own good health in the vested interests of allowing them to reach adulthood. Once they are on their own, I will once again choose a smoke-free life.
I hope my dark humor is not too much. : )
Posted on 07/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/07 at 09:41 PM Ah... those crutches... maybe I won't need mine in the NEXT life. I can sense the dark tentacles trying to pull your soul into the pit... to no avail... becaue you choose to deny them their power by noticing and wording them. |
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