No, it can't be me.
Five Minute Friday- Become
“To Become” Have I become a wretched soul Emotions held in grips untold. For pain has faltered And despair discreet, Of darkened hearts in tragedy. And while no tears escape, I shutter in fear of Satan’s fate, Of lost souls in temporary hold. There’s jealousy of addictions grasp, That holds a hand I held last. …
Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “Injured on the Sideline”
begin to make plans for their future, I wonder why my kids never believed they should do the same. We are told not to ask, but I can't let go of the questions, "What did I do wrong?.. Could I have done more to help them?.. Didn't I teach them confidence?" I could go on. What happened here?
When momma mothers addiction.
Poetry- Breaking Point
And hope ablaze
In a broken daze..
The shell of the former
Emptied of bliss
Lost in danger from
Reflection. Mirrored echos, such disgrace.
Unfamiliar me, unfamiliar place.