I am working on an poem. I haven’t written one in months. Inspired by some sticky conversations today, here goes….

Battered
Beaten
Stretched, Torn, Strained
Problematic Addict
Allowing all the pain
Allowing myself repeatedly
I find myself again
I lose myself again
Never forgotten bruises return
Forgotten scars re-emerge
I am alone again

Current Mood: gloomy
Current Music: Cranberries, John Mayer