Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Help to Heal

I grew up in a time and place

When illness of a mental kind

Was just a mood swing I could face

By mood altering of my mind

With substances of well known use,

The more the better be my thought,

Which led me to substance abuse,

Pain and suffering had a lot.

But sick of being sick at last,

I asked for help from those who could.

And I got better as time passed,

Some pain from gain but I felt good.

If helpless pain again I feel,

Then I will ask for help to heal.