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Enabling

The phone rings and I know That you will beg for money The amount is always too small Too telling of your situation It’s easy to believe lies cries From red high eyes I despise the disease That holds hostage Your humanity as you’d steal Lie kill to support your habit At some point you will Have to face your demons The reasons you use Are too many and too few And I am tired simply tired Of trying to save you from yourself It’s not that I don’t care I am painfully aware That you do not Not enough to trust Tough love and stop Holding us hostage Ripping our hearts For a snort a sip a dip a puff All because you can’t get enough I’m done being the blame For your emotional abuse game Gaslighting and the insane Behavior Only the savior can save I’m done enabling

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Date: 7/3/2024 1:31:00 AM
what a heart breaking scenario and one of the hardest hitting poems I have read Karen, addiction grips the family not just the addict and there is only so much giving one can do knowing that your support will never be enough to overcome this demon - this stanza leapt out at me "It’s not that I don’t care I am painfully aware That you do not Not enough to trust Tough love and stop Holding us hostage Ripping our hearts For a snort a sip a dip a puff All because you can’t get enough " hugs jan xx
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Karen Jones
Date: 7/7/2024 11:29:00 AM
Jan it is true the whole family is affected even the ones who have to practice tough love. Even the ones who seem to ignore because they feel helpless and don’t know what to do! Thanks for your kind support and reading so many of my poems. Hugs back

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