My journey through the "hard stuff" in therapy. Most of this was written in 1984-1986. New in substance abuse recovery, new to therapy and in massive pain. I look back a these writings and realize how far I have come. I didn't even know how to wish for the life I have now.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
For Her
My head is in a spin
Like a child's toy top
My feet have not touched
The sweet ground in days
My stomach is so full
Of you I cannot eat
I am love struck lovesick
And high on your heat
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