Freed from Weed

Written by, Ari K.

Freed from Weed
(Sobriety freed my mind from substance slavery.)
Addicted to WEED?
I was indeed.  Now I’m FREE!

Now I go my way more consciously
Parts of my spirit are more grounded, see?
The scope of the world widened when Iet go.
I can’t manage now,
I can however grow.

Things I didn’t expect have arrived,
gifts given from the universe, divine.
The mid point almost broke me, looking at my end.
I went so long
with nothing to lose.

Now I have so much, too much
but I can see it morphing, evolving.

Addicted to WEED?
I was indeed.  Now I’m FREE!

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Published in A New Leaf – October 2025

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