Poetry Sunday

Poems on Loving Someone with An Addiction

You didn’t cause it
You can’t cure it
You can’t control it
But that doesn’t make it any less painful
To Care about it

Through My Eyes
If you could see yourself
Through my eyes
You would see what I know
Your capable of
You would see
That I believe in who you are
And who you will become
And I believe that
While the road ahead is rocky
That each step
Will bring you closer
To who you want to be
Because deep down
I know you’re not happy
With where you are now
And you know there’s
something
better


Monkey on Your Back
You’ve got a monkey on your back
You think it’s a demon
That won’t let go
You think he’s got a death grip
choking you
you feel him, clutching you from behind
and you feel powerless to get him off
You can’t see him
But you know he’s there
I see him too
But I know what you don’t
Every morning
You pick him up again
And wear him like a backpack
A weight your so used to carrying
That you don’t even know
That he’s not holding on…
You are


We felt the Same
In the thick of it
You were another person
I didn’t like you very much
And I don’t think you liked
You very much
Either


Dropping Your Match
You stand in the dark
And strike a match to
Light your next step
You think what you do is
Secret, unseen
Because of the darkness
Ahead of you
But each time you drop the match
The fire engulfs
Everything behind you.
Bridge by bridge
The fire burns
Leaving chaos in its wake
We see you from the distance
knowing that we cannot help
without sacrificing ourselves
to the fire of your existence
and that the sacrifice
would go unnoticed
If you would only turn around
You would see us
In tears together
Fearing for your life
But instead
You stare ahead
Into the dark
With your little match
Nothing is secret
Anymore


My soul
You may die
And I can’t stop it
The thought is a rock
No…a boulder
That sits in my soul




Hope
It’s been a month
Of monsters and bad dreams
A month of tears
As I thought of your future
and feared you were
Dying
As I stood by
Powerless to help
And now a week of
Gratitude
That you survived the fall
That the demon that took you
Has moved on
Even if it’s just for a time
That you are safe
For this moment
In a place that can help you
And for once
You are saying
That you want to be helped
It’s been a month
Of monsters and bad dreams
But last night
I slept