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
Twelve
One terrible night
You asked too much
I was twelve
Far too small and young
To resist
My tears burned my eyes
And my throat filled with lead
I swallowed
Until I turned into a statue
A metal sculpture
I would never
Be warm again
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