Got Clean Poem by Ima Ryma

I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.
They turned me on to heroin.
I wandered around in a cloud,
A mess in a drug addict's skin.
I suffered all kinds of abuse.
Then my drug buddies tossed me out,
When I was of no further use.
Helplessly, I wandered about.
But then, some good souls rescued me.
I went to rehab for three years,
And got methodone shots daily.
Clean happens if one perserveres.

I'm a miracle, to be blunt,
A recovering elephant.