Redux

I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.
Originally posted 4/7/2019 on I Write Her.
Wow, Susi!
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Thank you for such high praise, Nolcha!
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You’re welcome!
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💞
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Thanks, Diana!
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🥰
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You’re welcome. Sometimes we just write, and it ends up going in a perfect direction.
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So true!
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So emotionally available! Wonderful poem…
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It is definitely emotional for me as we have alcoholism in our family. Thanks for reading, Val!
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I’ve seen what alcoholism can do to individuals, families, and even communities… Big hugs!
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Thanks, Val! Hugs always appreciated! :)
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This is amazing, I really resonate with it as well.
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I love the way it is set out, a bit like a tear drop. Life can feel like that.
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Interestingly, it was just meant to be a double etheree, but now that you mention it, the shape does coincide the sorrow in this piece. Thanks, Diana!
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