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Alcohol
Let the wave
wash over me
and pull me through
unscathed.
Steadfast,
pushing on,
like the top of the ladder,
the highest rung.
Keep me moving on.
And keep me tethered together
and pray my
seams
won't run.
wash over me
and pull me through
unscathed.
Steadfast,
pushing on,
like the top of the ladder,
the highest rung.
Keep me moving on.
And keep me tethered together
and pray my
seams
won't run.
Published 19th Jul 2022
Author's Note
I don't drink but I think about it every day
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21st Jul 2022 2:24pm
Such an honest and striking piece. So many people have one thing or another that they can't get out of their mind, and yes, it comes in waves.
Anonymous
23rd Jul 2022 1:44pm
I really related to this poem. I’m a little over two years dry now and it’s mad how much you think about it. Just in quiet moments.
I enjoyed the introspection of this piece, and how it clings on to that thought of something better — something more.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
I enjoyed the introspection of this piece, and how it clings on to that thought of something better — something more.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
