If today I felt like caving in ,
If I puffed what would I gain ?
If today I lost all hope to quit
Would "one" satisfy my pain ?
What if I felt like I had to give up ,
And felt it was just too tough
If I could have just one more puff
Would “one" be really enough ?
What if today I could stand my ground
Go through this temporary pain
What if I refused to smoke
Could this addiction surely be slain ?
What if I said "I’m not giving in"
Giving in would be such a pain .
What if today I could endure the clouds
To see the rainbow after the rain?
What if I felt a breeze of hope ?
Took each day one by one
What if I lived by not one puff
Then none would be more than enough .
I wrote this poem during my quit to remind myself that" just one " would never be enough. I likely also wrote it at a time I maybe wanted to give up my quit or maybe it was written on a day of strength . I'm quit , you are quit , and we are all quitting ! I hope maybe it might help someone out there struggling today . Dont smoke . You got this quit .
I would encourage you to write or journal , write a poem or write about your anxiety , your frustrations or fears about quitting . Seeing things in print can bring relief and be a great tool to work through a crave as well . As many have often done and was suggested to me early in my quit was to write a goodbye letter to addiction . Write it now , or write it later .
There are so many things we can do for ourselves to overcome addiction . Taking back our power and away from addiction is kinda cool .
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