Life in the Box of My PastA Poem by Amanda...a past I am glad I left...even now, a year later....
My past life is not a pretty one… But it seems that it happens All too much… I come from a past Of domestic violence, Mental, emotional and Substance abuse…. I finally saw what was happening, After the euphoria of alcoholism wore off, And I saw what the ruins Of my shattered life had become…. No longer did I want to live that life I did what I had to do… I packed up and took with me What I valued most in my life I have not looked back…. I will not go back… No matter what became of me, No matter what is to be…
It has been a year Since I left that existence I struggle every day with my addiction, My very existence varies from day to day Sometimes…but, I am happy that I no longer have that burden My life now depends on me And what I do with it… Something I have never before done… I try to live my life The best I know how To take care of myself and my own I thank the ones that have Helped me along the way, With kind words of wisdom… For without their help And their guidance, I would have been lost… I was a babe in the woods As far as the ways of the world, Though I am grown, I had never been alone… Always sheltered… Now I face the reality…
© 2009 AmandaAuthor's Note
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