The Marionette & the Warden

Well it's been 151 days. 151 days since I was released from prison with my cell mate the Marionette. That's sort of a medafore for the way I look at my addiction. For 13 years it kept me locked up, chained, and shackled. It kept daily tabs on me, making sure I didn't step outta line or decide to make a break for it. Making sure I was going to stay faithful to it, and not sell it out. It made sure I was always at a certain place at a certain time, with it's eyes moving to and fro, lurking in the distance as if to strike with the first sign of disobedience. It was like being kept in a maximum security prison on the most hellish place on the face of this earth. I say these things with anger, an anger pointed directly at this addiction, this false imprisonment this puppet master of sorts. At times it made me feel like a stringed little boy, the marionette laughing aloud as he pulls my strings and makes me do exactly as he wants. Lifting my hand to my mouth do drink this cup of poison, followed by a shot of self disgust and hatred. Leaving the proof that he controls me. But theres only one person the Warden and the Marionette couldn't control and his name is Jesus. Thanks to this man I now have my freedom. The freedom to enjoy life without having to look over my shoulder to see if the Warden is still on the hunt, or put on a happy face for the Marionette as he pulls my strings. Thanks to Jesus I no longer have to answer to the Warden or be controlled by the strings of the Puppet Master. He graciously served my sentence and cut those strings of bondage. For this I'm thankful. I'm thankful for 151 day of sobriety today. Thank-You Jesus.