I counted each day— butt
The cravings didn’t go away
For three months— butt
My breathing enhanced
Yet nerves were on— fire
It snuffed out slowly chanced
To no longer crave the— fire
To observe this crucial goal
That’s given me another year— fresh
With a future I can now control
This is a month to remember— April
Showers soak up the cigarette
Stop me from having a smoke— April
A reminder of losing my life’s threat
Oh Congratulations, you deserve to treat yourself! I quit smoking many years ago, and found it took that whole entire first year for the cravings to subside AND for me to stop even thinking about a cigarette. Enjoy your manicure!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joanne! Congrats to you too. I have to stop craving food. LOL!
ReplyDeleteMy manicure looks pretty. :)
Yay! Healthy and clever girl, you! (Love the poem)
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:D It's so very good to see you, my friend. Thank you very much and I hope to hear more from you.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy your inner willpower acknowledged smoking, and let it go. Did you get a manicure on your fingers or your toes?
ReplyDeleteI got a manicure for my fingers and they looked nice... until I chipped them. :D
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