Anne Marie

In by Nic Zab

I wrote this poem morning after the great booster session we had yesterday. I t helped me
reinforce my commitment.
Yesterday I used to smoke my life away
enslaved, I was at the thought of my next smoke
soaked in vile smells, wrapped in dull food
tottering outside, smoking one, and one more.
Early today breakfast came, I had coffee
rejoicing, knowing I won’t need that first puff
drawing weekly plans in my pink diary
and taking one step ahead, remembering
Yesterday I’d only move in small circles.