Dear Someone,
Before I put my pen to the paper my mind already had a dozen pages wrote out perfect just for you. I overthink so much the letters were already in the mail just waiting for you to open up the box. I've been sitting here for an hour maybe two anticipating a reply from you.
REALITY......
The envelope is filled with blank pieces of paper. Let's be honest here, I'll never share my secrets with you! I'm satisfied with the imaginary conversations I have in my head with you.
Have I gone crazy?
I'm not crazy!!
If I'm not crazy.....
I must have had a drink,
Just one drink?
You picture the bottle empty.
Honestly......
This time it's not what you think.
Chemical use no longer helps me escape.
Drinking isn't fun anymore.
It leaves me locked in the bathroom crying on the floor.
Emotions.....
I've fought so hard to numb.
I've realized I have to feel if I want to heal.
I will no longer be a prisoner trapped in my make-believe war.
©cori
C