Remember how the alcohol
helped you avoid the angst
Afterall you have free will
again I hear the whisper say
A thing that haunts my mind
when things feel out of hand
Another way to function through
plans refusing to aband
Just get a secret bottle of
the friend that I call jack
I'll keep it in the closet
way hidden in the back
I like the way it bites my throat
a tiny shot will do
It really wouldn't hurt no one
I certainly wouldn't tell
I remember how it always starts
a little just for fun
Before I know my goal has changed
the outcome being numb
The way it always eased the pain
I never will forget
Distract myself by cleaning messes
of things I would regret
I'm so grateful for the shift
in the way I think today
Choosing now to process feelings
and not to run away
For wherever I may go
myself will greet me there
To remind me that there's still
work within to do if I only dare
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Author:
Simply Marie (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2023 02:57
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Comments2
A fictional write? i.e. not thinking of anyone in particular?
Or about you? Or someone you know?
The thing with this is that it repeats itself, goes round in circles - another shot or fix or whatever we call it, is needed after a while, and so on.
Lovely poem, choosing to process feelings and not to run away, such an important message and realization. Unraveling and facing ourselves takes a lot of courage, more than the addiction.
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