Life in the Box of My Past

Life in the Box of My Past

A Poem by Amanda
"

...a past I am glad I left...even now, a year later....

"


My past life is not a pretty one…

 

But it seems that it happens

All too much…

I come from a past

Of domestic violence,

Mental, emotional and

Substance abuse….

 

I finally saw what was happening,

After the euphoria of alcoholism wore off,

And I saw what the ruins

Of my shattered life had become….

No longer did I want to live that life

I did what I had to do…

 

I packed up and took with me

What I valued most in my life

I have not looked back….

I will not go back…

No matter what became of me,

No matter what is to be…

 

 

 

 

It has been a year

Since I left that existence

I struggle every day with my addiction,

My very existence varies from day to day

Sometimes…but,

I am happy that I no longer have that burden

 

My life now depends on me

And what I do with it…

Something I have never before done…

I try to live my life

The best I know how

To take care of myself and my own

 

I thank the ones that have

Helped me along the way,

With kind words of wisdom…

For without their help

And their guidance,

I would have been lost…

 

I was a babe in the woods

As far as the ways of the world,

Though I am grown,

I had never been alone…

Always sheltered…

Now I face the reality…

 


 

© 2009 Amanda


Author's Note

Amanda
it has been almost a year since i left my past existence...a lot has happened to to me since then and i really am glad that i left, though i still wonder about it....AT

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Wow what a wonderful declaration to your uplifting change in life... addictions are tough to overcome, I know many believe that alcoholism is a chemical addiction but I think it is more mental, for when people drink to escape there problems it becomes a crutch... the great thing is you no longer need it... life can be cruel out here in the world and the fact you broke away and are facing it on your own shows tremendous character... thanks for sharing such a hard part of your life with us... all my respect, Dale D

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a magnifcent piece of writing, personal to the core, honest to the extreme. As to the formal shaping, it's fine in every way.

You have my 100% respect for creating beauty and hope out of desolation and despair.

Posted 15 Years Ago


How can the world be so cruel? I ask myself that so often; too often. The sincerity in this poem is what makes it great. I've read things following the same idea, but you seemed to express it in a completely different way. You took how you are now and used that as a base for the rest. You have such unique perspectives. Love your writing as always :) have a good rest-of-the-week :D

-Austin

Posted 15 Years Ago


My father is an abuser of substance and in the physical sense.
I think he has ruined me for all of my future.
I am too big of a mess to even begin to tell you how big ofa mess I am.


This was fantastic.
I related 100%
I have an addictive personality, so I fear everything I do.
Please, continue to write amazing pieces such as this.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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