Cannabis Poem Someone Wrote ( Archived) (3)

A beautiful poem from a cannabis patient:

I am a cannabis patient, but did not start out to be this way,

For me cannabis is not a pass time or a game, it is how I am able to get through the day,

My heart is weak and the cause for my sorrow,

Cannabis has given me more time to borrow,

I do not ask that you lend a hand,

Just keep an open mind and try to understand,

I am not a bad person, and had never before broken the law,
I am a wife, a mother, a hard worker, but that is not all,

After exhausting all other options, after all other chances failed,
A choice I was given, which gave me the means to prevail,

A plant that grows wild, been used for thousands of years,
My life owed to cannabinoids, as naturals as my own tears,

Cannabinoids found inside this plant and every one of us,
This plant can help and heal you and me, so what is all the fuss?

My medicine is outlawed, and the road lies layed,
For so very long, the powerful weaved their lies and the game they played,

The game that has cost me so much, family, security, and even a piece of my heart,
Do you truly think I would do this, after living all that, if I was able to play any other part?

From the last doctor, in a long line, I got a pat on the head, and a pained look,
Medical Science has no options for me, nothing will work, not in their book,

Cannabis, he said, worked like a dream, surprised as he was, it was no lie,

It was buying me time, it was buying me life, but I must hide,
For people do not understand or know, the truth that is there,
For so long the people did not seek truth or care,

One day you or someone you know, standing in my shoes, will be ready to go,

One day a choice will be made, break the law and fear the blow,
Just to live longer, see the kids grow,

Make it through just one more show,
My choice was clear, and so in fear I live,
Knowing they have no compassion to give,

There are more people like me then you may think,
I am your sister, daughter, mother, boss, teacher, doctor, neighbor, and mystery lady by the sink,

You may never know, risking everything if I tell,
You finding the truth will save me though, it will ring my Liberty Bell,

The truth /will/ set me free, give me the peace I so long for,
Unless you walk in our shoes, most do not open that door,

Lies and truths colliding, behind close doors, wars are waged and alliances form,
In all of this, /you/ have forgotten/ me/, the sick person, the one who is not the norm,

Seek the truth, look into all the faces, hear all the voices,
Understand and respect that I also need choices.

By Lisa Barnett