Addiction
The door slammed shut,
I have to do this
On my own,
She cried.
I'll go to a meeting
When I need to,
Don't ask!
You know I hate that!
When I saw her
She looked good,
More relaxed,
Her old self peeking through.
My hope's
That she'll continue
Seeking who she was
Not who she became.
Addiction sneaks upon you
So easy to let in
Yet so difficult
To break the hold.
Copyright © Janice Hinkeldey | Year Posted 2015
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