A Broken Love Story

Darkness permeates

My Soul

My Savior

Contained

In holy bottles

Of different hues

My Lord and Savior

My salvation

My muse

My soulmate

My ethereal love

My Holy Spirit

Contained

In prescription bottles

Promising a world

Of safety and enchantment

A broken love story

Revealed

In glittering shards

Of regret, shame

And self-loathing

Liquid intoxication

A destructive infatuation

My demonic lover

Clipping my angelic wings

Of innocence

One feather

At a time

My ecstasy

My ruin

My downfall

I must relinquish you

I will find my way

Without you

One exalted breath

At a time

No Longer Afraid To Feel

Beautiful blue eyes

Saturated with sadness

Fed up with the lies

That fabricate her life

The hole in her chest

That she fails to kill

Despite trying her best

With no other option

Except to die

Instead, she chooses recovery

Her life, no longer a mere lie

Once powerless and afraid

She holds her head up high

Her future filled with promises

That reach up to the sky

No longer seduced

By the demon of addiction

She bids farewell

To the source of her affliction

Smiling with new found hope

No longer in misery, crying

Her soul now, exuberant

She finds life exciting

Clean and sober

A mind once in despair

Free of liquor and drugs

Now in repair

Taking it step by step

No longer possessed by fear

She welcomes recovery

No longer afraid to feel