Stretched Thin

A mosaic of  two brothers' lives...

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ANTIDOTE

By Brett Nichols

I know who you are; you were never my friend;
all good and bad things must come to an end.
You tried to knock me out, but only got me to one knee;
although you're the devil- you mean nothing to me.
You were once in my thoughts, but never in my heart;
I’m a winner not a loser, I think you forgot that part.
You were never my master, but you had control;
I took that back- your annihilation is my goal.
You caused me to self-destruct, and many times I fell;
for twenty plus years you kept me down in hell.
I prayed to God, and eventually found the light;
such a shame for you - he gave me reason to fight.
You’re a snake in the grass, just waiting to strike;
I no longer fear you, I do what I like.
Countless times I looked bad in front of family and friends;
the Lord helped me to a place so I can make amends.
I reclaim my honor; you could never take it today;
hope is what got me here, I’ll never forget to pray.
You dropped me in darkness, where I remained for years;
that was then, this is now- I wiped away those tears.
I finally realized something about you, the one they call "disease"
you can only conquer those who come to you with ease.
You’re a coward, preying on those who are weak;
come face me now that I’m at my peak.
I never forgot you, and how you snuck me from the side;
I went down, got up, and now I stand tall with pride.
I’m calling you out, so answer if you please;
you might think twice, I’m the antidote to this disease.