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Day 713

The heartfelt and honest words below are written by a dear friend of mine. She is a recovery worker doing amazing work in the addiction field. She has also dealt with addiction issues regarding someone very close to her. She will remain anonymous here, but her words are here for anyone who is struggling with a loved one.

Stay safe all xx

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You win. I lose!

It’s been some time since I had this chat with you,
last time we talked, you ripped me in two,
my mother gave you her heart in the hope you would heal,
heal wounds that I could not.

In you, she trusted all would be well and that she would be able to smile again,
for a time, this was true, just a little bit of you, a lot more of me,
but you didn’t like this, you wanted more of her,
you wanted her to give you everything.

Only you! No one else mattered that was plain to see,
didn’t take you long to take her away from me,
you surprised even me,
you are sneaky, I’ll give you that.

I blinked and that was that,
she only had eyes for you. Only you could make her smile,
only you could wipe her tears,
only you could heal that empty feeling.

Only you, only you! Me . . . me who?
didn’t take you long to break that heart, that heart that was given in trust,
one thing at a time: you took job, money, home, husband, son, daughter,
only you! But even after there was nothing left for you to take, you went one step further, you took that one thing you could still break . . .

You made a daughter live a life of ache,
she was not enough for you. No, you were greedy and needed more,
needed to spill your poison for all,
you took the life from her. The life that I held dear.

So, guess what! You win I lose!
I lose the one person who I needed most,
I lose a piece of me that I cannot replace,
I lose a mother with poise and grace.

You win. I lose!

Lockdown

Day 698.

I don’t know what this is, but I wrote it anyway.

Stay safe everyone xxx

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Lockdown

Many of us have been here many times.
Too many times.
We imposed it ourselves.
Our addiction demanded it.
But we broke out,
We
      ran
              free!
We began living every day like our last.
No more stumbling.
No more tears.
No more poison.
No more fears.
Just . . .
Life.
                Then something came . . . again.

L
O
C
K
D
O
W
N
!

But this is for everyone.
We are not alone.
This time.

This newly isolated world.
All in this together.
As we clap the NHS.
As they treat the sick and dying.
The lost and crying.
When breathless souls are flying.
To their own higher power.
Staying
             at
                 home,
                           not
                   going
          out
                or
                    about.

We stand together.
Six feet apart.
The depth of a grave.
Too far for a hug.
Or a kiss.
Or just the hold of a beloved’s hand.
Living together.
And miles apart.
But one thing in common.
We
have
        One
               beating
HEART!