Recovery Is Not Easy
Just let me die! She screamed. Let me DIE!
She wanted to because that would have been a relief.
They left nothing in here, so hurting herself was not happening.
But she could yell and scream and torture herself in that way.
She soon had a headache, a neck ache and a backache.
She had stopped screaming, but was more than ready to die.
She I needed a nap first.
Every time she shut her eyes the demons came.
They were bleary and angry.
They said “we will kill you”
And she was glad.
Recovery is not easy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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