This poem hit ho!e with me. Obviously, anyone can relate, not just addicts...

"When I Stopped Running from Loneliness, I Started to Blossom."
By: Sarah Harveyon Jan 21, 2015


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The scariest thing I ever felt was

Loneliness

So soul crushing and suffocating

I*worried it would kill me.

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So I lived half a life,

Flirting with delicious*demons of distraction

Desiring each day to stave off that dreaded

Solitary pang.

*

But my Loch Ness monster of loneliness,

She lurked in the*black sea*of night

Patiently stalking sunset

Prepared to pounce again and again

And again

On my tender, now*lonely soul.

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I cried and cried,

A vicious*red tide till morning’s first light.

I sobbed and sobbed,

Till a thousand*tears stained my tattered cheeks.

*

I became a*fugitive on the run

Desperately seeking*anesthesia of any kind

To numb this wicked emptiness.

Drinking in lovers

Praying for friends

Longing for acceptance

Fearing abandonment.

*

I ran so hard for so long that my legs gave out.

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And then it was just me.

Alone.

In the dark.

*

There was nowhere else to turn, so I*turned inside—towards myself.

*

I slipped into my loneliness like a frothy bubble bath.

I sank down and drank it in.

It was painfully bitter, but beautiful.

*

That day,

My heart shattered open

To me.

*

Like a tender, throbbing lily,

I held my blooming heart tight

(But not too tight)

And finally felt at

Home.

*

I blossomed frantically

Into my

Self.

*

As my petals spread out,

I saw that loneliness doesn’t disappear in a crowded room,

Or in the embrace of a new lover.


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