Enabling
Enabling
Just wrote this poem after I found out he sold my laptop:
Leading you by your hand through the darkness
Trying to keep from stumbling over your past
I lift my hands to protect you from the danger your future holds
Using my body to sheild you from any consquences your choices brought you
I treat the scars that produce on my knees from tripping over your mistakes
I take life's blows to my head to keep you from feeling hurt
Crying over my cut fingers thinking about the times I
Picked up the broken promises spilled across the ground
Straining to see the light at the end of this tunnel
I can't let go
My legs buckle from carrying your misery on my shoulders
My hands are stained from days of wiping your tears
My fingers are worn from nights of rewriting your story
Hoping tomorrow... would be a better day
Leading you by your hand through the darkness
Trying to keep from stumbling over your past
I lift my hands to protect you from the danger your future holds
Using my body to sheild you from any consquences your choices brought you
I treat the scars that produce on my knees from tripping over your mistakes
I take life's blows to my head to keep you from feeling hurt
Crying over my cut fingers thinking about the times I
Picked up the broken promises spilled across the ground
Straining to see the light at the end of this tunnel
I can't let go
My legs buckle from carrying your misery on my shoulders
My hands are stained from days of wiping your tears
My fingers are worn from nights of rewriting your story
Hoping tomorrow... would be a better day
That was incredibly honest and terribly sad
Does your husband believe in a HP? I get the impression you do by things you've posted and your signature. I ask because I've come to realize when we enable, when we try to be all things to someone/everyone, it's like we're playing God.
Let go and let God. Find your HP again and let your husband find him, too.
My prayers are with you both.
Does your husband believe in a HP? I get the impression you do by things you've posted and your signature. I ask because I've come to realize when we enable, when we try to be all things to someone/everyone, it's like we're playing God.
Let go and let God. Find your HP again and let your husband find him, too.
My prayers are with you both.
That was incredibly honest and terribly sad
Does your husband believe in a HP? I get the impression you do by things you've posted and your signature. I ask because I've come to realize when we enable, when we try to be all things to someone/everyone, it's like we're playing God.
Let go and let God. Find your HP again and let your husband find him, too.
My prayers are with you both.
Does your husband believe in a HP? I get the impression you do by things you've posted and your signature. I ask because I've come to realize when we enable, when we try to be all things to someone/everyone, it's like we're playing God.
Let go and let God. Find your HP again and let your husband find him, too.
My prayers are with you both.
I'm sorry, what is HP?
Yes, this is a constant struggle. I'm truly getting better. This poem helped me get through my bitterness toward him.... because I can't blame him for everything... I made my own bed in some ways.
HP is Higher Power.
About that bed... there's an old expression about what separates the men from the boys. A while back I thought about it and decided what separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls is accountability.
Growing up, no matter our chronological age, sure can be painful at times.
About that bed... there's an old expression about what separates the men from the boys. A while back I thought about it and decided what separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls is accountability.
Growing up, no matter our chronological age, sure can be painful at times.
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