Losing the Crutch

Today is 12 years since I quit smoking. I was a 26-year smoker, until one day I realized my breathing wasn’t the best. Without bringing attention to my crutch, I quit and kept quiet. Then when things steadied, I began letting people know.

Twelve years ago, I took a big step toward health. Sure, I ate healthy and worked out, but what was the point if I still inhaled smoke. I believe it’s helped me with my immune system, which makes me extremely happy regarding what’s happening in the world now. I wrote the below poem 6-years ago.

I am Smokin’ Not!

Tobacco surges
through your veins.
It’s time to Commit
let go of the reins.

Such truth be told
throughout  the world,
Blow away your smoke—
gray curled and twirled.

Nicotine plants
a cancer kiss.
Trade in this loss,
for a life to reminisce

I wrote this one yesterday.

Losing the Crutch

Time and again
I took the Crutch’s side.
Stomped out the butt,
relit for another high.

My lungs grew heavy
taste buds lost…yet
never enough to
break our cause.

It served me right
when coughing continued,
the hair of the dog
beckoning to contribute.

Until the last one
flew out the window,
with a last minute goodbye.

My old crutch soared
through the air,
sucked in a deep breath,
accepting my own dare.

I do hope more people consider getting rid of their crutch, because breath is a gift to be grateful for.

Quitting Smoking,
Denise