Freedom is fragile
It can be lost with a slip of your hand
In a puff all that we have fought for
Will be destroyed like a piece of shattered glass
Crumbling to the floor.
That is how simple it is to lose a quit.
To lose everything you have worked for.
Addiction fills the mind with unclarity , doubt and uncertainty
It tells us we can't survive
And we believed those lies for years
But no more !
Put smoking thoughts behind now
They stole so much of life
We suffocated , glorifying them
For death was too entwined.
Look in the mirror .... look go see
Its the image of a non smoker
The image of a treasure.
Precious , beautiful and worth fighting for
That precious treasure is you .