Addiction

You can’t run from it nor can it be hidden from, it is a prowler and a taunter and stealer of your strength. It will suck  from you until all your goodness gone.

It lurks in corners and shadows and bides it’s time. It is vicious and evil, it sneaks up on you and springs out even when you feel fine.

Always there, ever present, waiting for your weakest moments , the darkest hour of your night, the time when you are all alone and all your resolutions have taken flight.

Seething with hate it will consume you so absolutely . You think it is gone, abated, been subdued  but no it has just been licking it’s wounds from the last time that you beat it.

The worst is, you have to watch it as it crawls into the one you love and change them into a monster that will lie to you  and steal from you cheat you to feed the monster. It is all they care about this monster, they will get lower and lower until they hit and the ground .

What happens when there is nowhere to go , crawling along the depths of despair.What if they turn all against them and no helping hands no is there. I cannot bare to watch that which came from me struggling against this evil monster trying so hard to be free!

Trying to be free from the hunger of monster that never stops , it is never sated it will suck you until you drop. Then all I can do is watch and my pain is a hundred fold for I am watching all this happening to the tiny baby I used to hold.

Though grown to a man this is still my baby and there is nothing to be done. God help the mother or father who has an addict for a daughter or a son.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sassy Sarah
    Jan 23, 2013 @ 15:25:05

    This is really good….holy shit the hairs on my arms are standing up and I have a lump in my throat.

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  2. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jan 26, 2013 @ 07:28:31

    This is too real, Willow… I felt it 100%.

    Man, you were on fire when you wrote this. This is IT. Regrettably.

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    • willowdot21
      Jan 26, 2013 @ 08:32:42

      Yes regrettably Noeleen but hey none of us sails through life without something heavy to bear whether it be us or those we love. As you well know ,love, as you have not had a bed of roses!! hugs and thanks! xxxxxx

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  3. Will of Heart
    Jan 27, 2013 @ 11:38:12

    This post is penetrating and bring me to reflect what kind of sister I am to my bro and sis or what kind of Mom I am to my Rhen? I am glad you bring this post out to remind us …

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    • willowdot21
      Jan 27, 2013 @ 12:49:11

      Thank you , we all need to reflect on how our actions impact on our nearest and dearest. Sadly addicts cannot do this as they only think of themselves and their addiction! Be well and happy. xxxxx

      Reply

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