January 23rd, 2025
I watched the clock turn 3:21
Today is 1/23
And I may not know much
But these signs have a hold on me
Poet
We Listen & We Don’t Judge
January 17th, 2025
Hi, my name is Karissa
And I worry about my vices
I know I’m self destructive
When I’m left to my own devices
I don’t think I’m an addict
Is it too soon for this meeting
Can preventative care be a measure
When recovery isn’t fleeting
I’ve seen my mom’s struggles
I know the things she won’t admit
The last meeting I attended was with her
When I was just a kid
I always quit things cold turkey
Because moderation is tough
And it leaves me wondering
If dry January is enough
I’m hearing how easy it is
To lose all control
And fall down deep
Into the addiction rabbit hole
As a child of an addict
I try to take precaution
And taking breaks from my vices
Should I do this more often
I don’t know where this is going
But I know I’m glad that I came
Reminding myself “Just Another Drink”
Can be a slippery game
My Angel
January 11th, 2025
One year since you’ve been gone
I was trying to plan a visit
Not seeing you one more time
Is something I will always regret
One and a half years
I knew that you were dying
And I said that I don’t
But you had me crying
When I found out
And the day that you died
Two of the last times
That I really cried
11/10 and 1/11
I see the ones in the days
You taught me angel numbers
And I know you’re looking my way
Keeping an eye on me
An angel in the sky
But no matter how much time spent
It was not enough before goodbye
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