Sunday, September 16, 2012

God grant me the serenity...


It was brought to my attention that I have an addiction. Like any addict, I’ve denied for years that I had a problem, until the problem bit me in the ass like the venomous snake it is.

I have been addicted to a man for the last 15 years. He’s a charming motherfucker, to be sure, and even though I wasn’t completely blind to his bullshit, I made allowances for it, based on what I felt was a deep eternal connection.

He may or may not be my soul mate. There is no denying that the deep telepathic, spiritual connection was and remains real. I can still feel his thoughts in my head and his touch upon my face. But that doesn’t change that he’s broken and using his own abilities…abusing his abilities for his own selifish means. It sucks.

But I am an addict and I must admit to myself and others that I am powerless over my addiction and that my life has become unmanageable.

I have come to believe that only a power great than myself can restore me to sanity.

I have made a conscious decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of a greater  power as I understand it, to overcome this addiction.

I have been making a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself to better understand what caused me to cling to this addiction.

I  have admitted to God/Goddess, myself and my readers the exact nature of the wrongs I committed in my addiction.

I am entirely ready to have a Higher Power help me overcome these defects in my character.

I pray and ask the Universe every day to remove my shortcomings and help me be a better person.

I’ve made a mental list of all the people I’ve disappointed and harmed during the course of my addiction, and am willing to make amends to them.

I would love to make direct amends to some of the people harmed as a result of my addiction, but doing so would cause more injury than good to certain people.

I continue daily to evaluate the person I am, and the person I want to be and I admit when I’m wrong or off-track, or having a hard day with my struggle at overcoming my addiction.

Only through prayer and meditation will I better understand my spirituality and spiritual connection and how my addiction was an obstacle to my own personal power and strength.

Understanding my addiction and the havoc it has wrecked on my life, I will carry this message and recovery to other addicts and stand as a witness that no matter how much you love someone, or how connected to them you may be, you have no control over their choices and actions, nor should you be a victim to such.

I don’t want to feel this pain any more. I don’t want to hear him in my head begging forgiveness, or contemplate giving it. I want to wake up in the morning and not give him a single thought all day or night. I want to feel free and happy in my soul without the shadow of his taint spoiling every good thought and feeling I have.  I want to stop feeling dirty and used and stupid. I want to end this Karmic rollercoaster and be done with him for eternity.  I want to be the happy, healthy strong woman I know I am inside, instead of this doubtful, doubting mess, that keeps reliving these moments of gut-kicking pain when I remember something that must have surely been a lie.

Most of all, I want to re-connect with the spirituality I let languish over the last 4 years because my addiction blinded me to all that is true. Every hurt is a blessing in disguise. I want to get past the hurt and uncover the blessing. God grant me the serenity.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Someday

I'm not very into poetry, or a very good poet for that matter. But this just kind of wrote itself: 


Someday, when you're on the ground,
Someday, you'll look around 
I just wont be there.

Someday, when she's long gone,
Someday, when you're all alone,
I just wont care.

Someday was a promise you made.
Someday, yet you still caved
To demands that weren’t fair.

Someday. You knew what it meant.
Someday, we’d begin our ascent
To fulfill a mission so rare.

Someday. Now it cant be undone.
Someday. The other side won.
Someday. Blown up in mid-air.

Someday, I’ll get back on the path.
Someday I’ll finish my half
Of the mission we shared.

Someday, before I’m too old,
Someday, I’ll be treated like gold.
But you wont be there.