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Relentless Pain
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Wulfman Adventures Some years back, I had five ribs fractured because I stepped in place of an assault meant for someone else.
I remember those breaks clear as this morning's cereal breakfast because at times I couldn't do anything but whimper.
The constant sorrow for a child missed is like those broken bones.
Not able to stand, eat or function but for the sake of the love I try to remain standing.
The holidays are very difficult, not only do I battle the ache but I also war against the constant thirst of addiction.
So, there are two pains I never wish onto anyone:
Broken ribs and the sorrow of missing a child.
All of me has a void where nothing is able to sooth or fill.
This is why I sought the drink, and now I seek in a new form of comfort.
I pray and write poetry. Both will keep me here longer.
Wulfman...first (hugssss).
Wulfman...first (hugssss). Secondly, I don' t know how fresh your wounds are...but from watching many people go through similar things (myself for one), all I have to say is that it looks like you are on a very well paved road to recovery. I know at times it may not seem like it. Stay in the moment. Thank you for keeping myself and those like us who read this "green". You ARE loved.
-peace- nightlight1220
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes and thank you
This poem was written last year's October and I have came a very long way. Though the wound of missing my son is fresh, it aches less the more I manage my anger and remain drug free (alcohol to me is a drug). *Hugs* Thank you. I keep growing for both of us.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.
Write A Book
and live to be 96 years old. Tragedy makes you stronger, drinking is a drug. My mom did it my life with her entire - the things life makes us do to ourselves. Things like courage, fortitude, self-confidence, self-love come into play. Write a book. Life long and write more for us - we are good listeners and eventually, the tone will lift, the sky will be bluer, birds may, just may sing again and we will be glad with you ~Lady A~
Same road
My mom drinks still, and she really needs to listen but she doesn't want to stop. I had to stop trying to work with her. I am currently working on a set of poems for a book, I will let you know more soon as I start the process towards a release date.
*Smiles with warmth* I have gain bluer skies, I have been hearing singing. I really enjoy hearing the eagles when I am back home in Neah Bay. Just a charm to brighten a gloomy day.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.