I lived in a house
with black out curtains all about
my partner liked to drink
Much more than anyone could think.
For seven plus years, I took myself down the same path
I didn’t know it was such a violent wrath.
Thought that’s how life was,
everyone was living it –
health was barely a buzz.
Everything felt broken,
I hated the outdoors.
A bird chirping with my hangover?
Close the damn doors.
I lived inside, waiting for the next divide.
My life was a fight,
but not the kind that brings future light.
Woke in the morning and decided to run-
I couldn’t live like this much longer,
i was tired of being spun.
Cleaned myself up, got it together
it wasn’t a perfect trial but my what a surrender.
Learning how it felt to live a “normal” life –
I didn’t know it’d lead me to becoming a wife.
Cared for and loved,
what a way better drug.
How each of us should feel,
but the only way to get there
is to let go and heal.