One.
A realization occurred -
That I could be helpless.
That control
Is mere fragile illusion,
And I was powerless.Wow.
In unalterable denial,
I had a delusion.
That what I'd learned in survival,
Somehow,
Wasn't insane.
That I wasn't sinking
Under black-tar pain.
But, the consequences
Of pretending stacked up;
My unreal defences,
My life wrapped up
In isolation,
(A prison of my own making.)
The pull of addiction's temptation,
And complete separation
From my body, from my soul.
I was so committed
To spiralling in
My dysfunctional need for control
Resulting in an intangible
Wound.
So I admitted
My life had become unmanageable.
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Step One Is A Death March If You Never Arrive - Poem by V.M. Doubt
PuisiPoetic Reflections on the Twelve Steps of Adult Children of Alcoholic and Dysfunctional Families by V.M. Doubt. New verses will be published as I move through my steps 🙏. I am so grateful to share my experience, strength and hope. 🫶🏻