Poison

Her blood runs sterile
With your lies
Numbing the truth
You paralyze
Her mind
From her heart

The truth, once held
Within her grasp
Is now diluted
Within the glass
She raises
In honor of you

You`re not afraid
To share with friends
You line her up
To now depend
On them
To feel free

Poison
Disguised as fun
Leaving her worse
Then where she begun
You destroy
The love she seeks

I gave her life
You`ll bring her death
I fear those choices
Upon her breath
Can she turn
Away from you

(c)Jan-2010 Debra Martin- All rights reserved

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The above poem was written six months after my youngest lost her father on Father`s Day. She had climbed deep into the bottle and in her grief became everything she hated about him. His addiction and alcoholism now became hers as she idolized him in her mind. She could not bring herself to do nothing other for fear of disrespecting his memory. This, the rationalization she fed herself while starving for his presence.

I asked my youngest, now clean and sober, if I should share the things I wrote back then. It has only been since her recovery that I shared with her these very words. I am proud to share her response. 👇

“Yes momma, those were your feelings of how you dealt with my addiction and if they can help someone else going through or dealing with someone going through addiction, by all means yes”.

✨The light being shared through this piece she has made brighter. There is hope after despair and light after the darkness. ✨

✨Be the Light 💕