I am a living leftover;
the reflection of brotherly love and waste.
The voice of your family
who wept sleep-less nights.
Watching the flesh
slowly collapse.
Lies and denials
molded and encased.
Accused of being
"Judge" and "Blame"
for the bottles of liquor
and needles pinch.
Addiction taught painfully
...how to re-cover......
from endless rescuing;
packing parachutes of silken enabling.
Confronting is defrosting
left-over beliefs;
"I believed...the lies and denial
because I feared...the truth."
Humbly do I confess.....
I needed more then myself
to understand the sickness
of addictions silent grief.
Recovery, a life-long decision,
learning how to cope,
without excuse or shame,
liquor or self-medicated relief.
Thawing twelve steps to hope, love and trust.
The gracious serenity
of empowering
strength and weakness.
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