Please help me climb my mountain.
I need to get to the other side; your love is like an addiction, stripping me of all my dignity and my pride.
I’m addicted to the anxiety, the worrying, and the fear, just one more hit is all I need; for me to start thinking clear.
I’ve tried cold turkey, white knuckles and all, sweating and pacing and wringing my hands, wondering if you will ever call.
Reading my scriptures; down on my knees, praying and asking God to release me; from the grips of your disease.
Consumed with the notion, that one day you will return, I need to learn to make better choices, getting stronger every day, knowing my sweet love, you must surely earn.
Clean and sober for six months, triggers of you everywhere always blocking my way; must refocus my thought patterns, to pull me through another day.
Just like most drugs, the high was just not worth it, the euphoria was only temporary, waking up to all your bullshit.
I’ll take one day at a time, to kick this love addiction; my life depends on my sobriety and recovery, fighting the demons to go back, to refill this addictive prescription.
sd2013
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So true, Sue. Another great poem. Thanks for sharing.
Well done and well portayed in the poem, addiction of anything whatever it may be, even love, its bad for us.
Thanks for the poem. Please keep posting more and keep us inspired.
Arun
As I was reading this poem my breathe was taken away. I was so caught up in the realistic emotions that Susan was expressing in her writing it caused me to cry. A cry of relief that someone else understood but yet so sad for our shared pain.
Susan you are a talented writer and inspirational woman.
Another powerful piece of work. Susan you touch the hearts of all who are experiencing such heartache. You demonstrate empathy and support. Please keep your poems flowing. We appreciate you. You are an inspiration. Thankyou Susan x
You use great metaphors to paint a picture of what your feeling. Thanks for sharing as these poems can help others heal. The artwork is great too!
So powerful!! This one was actually gut wrenching to me. The pain was palpable. Some days we’re up and others oh so do down. Thank you for continuing to share your journey!
Michael,
As a new reluctant author of poetry, I am surprised at the positive feedback I’ve enjoyed since joining this forum. I am convinced that your exceptional graphics and interpretation of the content adds tremendously to the promotion of our work. I really appreciate your efforts. Kudos Michael!!
I agree with ppaschal. This poem was very powerful and I absolutely love the creativity and emotion you bring to all of your work.