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Remember when your father left you? Well, I sure do Because it follows me around every day, Especially times like these. And no one understands how that can make you feel When someone else leaves too. You think to yourself, “This is the person, this is who will stay,” And even when things are going wrong, Affecting you, You still say, “But this is a constant, and it is safe, I want to stay.” But some people aren’t ready, And maybe some people don’t care. Either way, they can go easily, And eventually find some new pair. But that desperation stays with you, To feel safe and in a constant, And so you go through a panic, A frenzy, That no one understands. People will judge, And say what they think, But they will never understand, The true feeling of being the daughter of an alcoholic. Because if they did, They would not pass judgment, And, perhaps, would not even be pompous, About how people “should” act, Because there is no true way, To get over being left. And so today on this Father’s Day, And week where many things have come to end, Just remember to Live and let live, Listen and learn, Let go and let God, And most importantly, Take things one day at a time.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
When You’re the Daughter of An Alcoholic (An Ode to Al anon)
Remember when your father left you? Well, I sure do Because it follows me around every day, Especially times like these. And no one understands how that can make you feel When someone else leaves too. You think to yourself, “This is the person, this is who will stay,” And even when things are going wrong, Affecting you, You still say, “But this is a constant, and it is safe, I want to stay.” But some people aren’t ready, And maybe some people don’t care. Either way, they can go easily, And eventually find some new pair. But that desperation stays with you, To feel safe and in a constant, And so you go through a panic, A frenzy, That no one understands. People will judge, And say what they think, But they will never understand, The true feeling of being the daughter of an alcoholic. Because if they did, They would not pass judgment, And, perhaps, would not even be pompous, About how people “should” act, Because there is no true way, To get over being left. And so today on this Father’s Day, And week where many things have come to end, Just remember to Live and let live, Listen and learn, Let go and let God, And most importantly, Take things one day at a time.
A lot of these slogans (or just parts in the poem) refer back to al anon phrases. It will probably be hard to completely understand if you have never been involved with an alcoholic, or someone who has abandoned your family as a result of the disease.
#alcohol#sadness#loneliness#breath#learn#live
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
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