Addiction comes without a name.
It whispers first, then takes control,
And slowly steals a dreaming soul.
What once was joy becomes a cage,
A storm within, a quiet rage.
The heart grows numb, the nights grow long,
And right feels blurred, and wrong feels strong.
But even stars in deepest night
Can shine again with guided light.
A soul that's lost is not yet gone—
The darkest hour meets the dawn.
Change begins with one small spark,
A wish to rise, to leave the dark.
To shift the mind, to change the game,
To walk away from hurt and shame.
Set goals that shine like mountain peaks,
Find truths your better self still seeks.
Let purpose be your new addiction—
Not pain, but dreams; not loss, conviction.
Trade wasted hours for noble deeds,
Plant kindness where you once sowed weeds.
Give time to learning, love, and grace,
Let goodness fill the empty space.
For every heart, no matter how torn,
Can find the path to be reborn.
And when you turn your face above—
You’ll find the strength, the peace, the love.
So rise, dear soul, let go, forgive—
There’s more to feel, there’s more to live.
Addiction’s grip is not the end—
Set noble goals, and you will mend.
From poison paths to skies so wide,
You hold the power, deep inside. 🌟
Imran Nazeer
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