So close yet so far away

I can’t help the compulsion. I was addicted. I’m an addict. The desire to want more plays rapidly through my mind. Sometimes often sometimes not for days, but the urge to want to use, it never leaves me. Problem is my drug, my impulse, my compulsion, is him, and that’s hurts/kills you.

I don’t want to think about him. I don’t want to dream about him. I don’t want to miss him. I see the pain in my life from that addiction and I don’t like it. It tears me apart inside and leaves a space empty in my heart.

I want you to fill that space.  I want to be full of love and connection. I want to be present and dream of us.  It’s a struggle. An ongoing battle between  my angels and my demons. Like I’m never satisfied. Like I’m not good enough. Like  I can’t possibly be enough cause I don’t feel like I’m ever enough.

Memories of love lust long gone burn hard in the forefront of my mind.  I grieve within the chaos cluster fuck of emotions he left behind.  I want to be everything beautiful for you. But the honest truth is I’m a beautiful disaster.  Lost in this world searching for the light.  Stay a little longer. Spark your lighter. Lead the way.


Resoration to sanity

I pray. 

I meditate. 

I share. 

I love. 

I grow. 

I am still insane.  Heart tangled up in a web of chaos, dysfunction, and desire to be healthy and sane once again. How do I get there? Where can I find relief?  Where do I lay my restless, useless soul down to stop this madness? 

Life has offered me love instead of anger.  Yet I can release these resentments, past lives filled with mistakes and pain, I want to accept and forgive, but I feel the pull into the darkness consume me. First it was a fleeting thought, then it became a constant reminder, soon it was a hollow place inside me eating away at the very life I built. 

I want to release these fears and have faith.  But I feel my prayers are unheard. Echoes of whiny, desperate plea to change, seeking instant gratification.  And you? Well the path of destruction I create has left you crumbling to the ground clinging for dear life. I’m like Midas, destroying everything around me in a superficial looks good on the outside way. 

I just want to be whole again. If I was ever. Although I do remember a time as a young girl when life was simple, full of hope and love, and the roses smelled sweet. Take me back to there. Restore me to sanity.