An addicts phase
My friend Anne Marie has been writing and showing me her poems for months now. I sat down and wrote this out and she’s encouraged me to share it, so here goes…
Tattered wings peeking out
Strong shoulders hunched in
Knees pulled up
Head low down wondering
No space, no way past
an addicts phase
No control, no relief lasts
an addicts haze
Words spoken out
Turmoil of feelings within
Moods lifted up
Knowing, waiting, hoping, there’s no down to sing
so glad you put it up