Here at the puter I sit at demand..
The keyboard just waiting the touch of my hand
The power so strong to return to the Q
to the hugs and support I long for from you.

My quit's a disaster because I am weak
My future as a smoker is ever so bleak
I dream of tomorrow...I know it's the day
I am so sure of it I throw smokes away...

It's morning again and I awoke with desire
my busy list ready, My patch as required.
My heart is a pounding, my breath comming fast
the fear of the demons of quits in the past.

1 hour passed and breakfast is done
The thought keeps hitting me, maybe just one..
The coffee smells good the breakfast inviting
Hubby comes home and a smoke he is lighting...

I turn from the view of the demons demand
not one-even one is more than I can stand
I think of a prayer but I'm too ashamed to ask
The guilt overwhelming of quits from the past.

135 days my last quit..My head held up high
no craving, no worry, oh my what a lie!!
Just one won't hurt nothing, I'm free, I can fly
Just one can addict you so don't even try...

My victory defeated in one tiny hour
Tomorrow's a new day , I hope with more power.
135 days what a fool I have been..
so tomorrow I start day one all over again..

for those who have even a few days....

keep it....sometimes when you fall off the horse

you have to run really fast to catch the damn thing again....

but when I do...I will not let go again!!!!!