Reaching for the bottle again.
Only to find the solution isn’t there.
The demons are calling.
Their lies like icy pinpricks.
Anxieties and insecurities circling like buzzards to prey.
Falling back into the comfort of the warm embrace.
A single thought spiraling into an avalanche of doubt.
Misery not so welcome company, an uninvited guest.
Clutching memories close to the chest.
Tears falling, a puddle to wash down the pain until nothing remains.
An emptiness filling the darkest corners.
One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four.
Only a few more.
The demons call louder now.
No drowning them out.
Happiness, acceptance knocking on the door.
About the Creator
Christina Oswald
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
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