Sometimes, I’m lost
slipping too far from the truth
Cut by rough edges I’ve crossed
Misdeeds made with broken pride, no excuse
And sometimes, I’m reckless
sometimes it’s true
when I can’t kick these blues
these phantom hands guide me,
pushing me to lose
But when the edge is near,
and what it means
becomes perfectly clear,
my chameleon soul changes colors
and finds a new scene
Sometimes, I’m found
slipping too far from home
listening to silence in this battleground
as this scarred heart roams
it roams
photo: Pixabay
prompts: #SableSwanV, Lyric Ideas
*from alcoholandrehab.net:
In her book ‘Addict In The Family,’ author Beverly Conyers left us with this wise advice after dealing with the addiction in her daughter’s life: “Letting go of expectations is fundamental for recovery for families. Only then can we stop projecting and worrying about the outcome of things. We should also not expect that people will or won’t behave in a particular way. Many of us live on a roller coaster of hope and disappointment, fear and relief, as we try to predict what the future will bring to our addicted loved one.”
dedicated to all those fighting this battle
Nice work. Done with a haunting melancholy
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