Hi everyone, I wanted to share 2 poems I wrote. The first one is about accepting the emptiness and loneliness of addiction; accepting that I do have a problem- and what now? The second, more recent poem is about the fear of being truly honest with myself; not liking who I see in the mirror. I hope some of you can relate. Margaret.
Untitled:
I have accepted
indenting my naked bed with my naked grief.
This is my life, I spill vodka, cry and feel itchy in between aging potato chips. Little bits for a little life.
Finally things fit.
Margaret W, 2005 ---------------------------------- Poem #2
The Spy who loved me
I walk by the mirror Something hurts, I am aware. But I am too uncomfortable for eyes that stare.
Thanks for sharing those. I can certainly identify with not liking who I saw in the mirror. But, with the help of AA and my AA friends it really has got better.
Take care,
Carol
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Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss
"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. "
Thank you everyone. Writing is one my passions so you'll likely see my poems posted here regularly. It' such a release to put feelings into poetry. I couldn't get by without it.
