
Desperate For Love
admitting to myself was easy
admitting to God... a little harder
admitting to another human being
nearly impossible
admitting to alcoholism was easy
compared to surrendering
a human goddess
whose wish was my command
the lying... the stories
done out of love...
a sick dysfunctional need
constantly seeking your approval
until more lies were needed
to cover the lies already told
lying to others was bad enough
but it got worse
I lied to myself
my eyes didn't see
what I thought they saw
couldn't tell the truth from the lie
my heart was broken
my soul destroyed
all because of a sick need
to find love... any love
Thoughts from "Authors Den"
ReplyDeleteReviewed by Barbara Henry 9/17/2009
You are very brave;it takes courage to be honest about where we are in a particular challenge.I like your work.
Reviewed by Michelle Mead 5/13/2008
My brother is a recovering addict and this is the step he always has trouble with (he was clean 11 years, relapsed, has a year again), especially with the part to himself. I think you've expressed this well, indeed.
Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks 5/9/2008
Such expressions of admitting truths is empowering to the soul...good for you for sharing. Stay stong...
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 5/9/2008
Cute photograph with the face in it, reminds me of the face on Mars that everyone says is really not there, but of course I know it really is. Words of truth, reconciling and moving on, all a part of life...