Addiction, it can reveal itself in many insidious forms: drugs, alcohol, food, another person, even yourself. It starts off small, nothing sinister, just a drag here, a sip there, a few excited texts in a row, or the journal in which you scrawl endless thoughts of your own. Addiction, it’s potent, perhaps you’ll succumb to it, grasping blindly, fingernails dragging, internally snarling, give me him/it/that/treat need it want it can’t be without it The pen scrawls as though it’s a mind of its own, detailing your lover or your self-obsession, your catharsis, you’re stuck, stuck, stuck, on sharing - won’t someone help break this cycle? Addiction, it’s engulfed me it’s taken o’er, I am wallowing, and now and now and now I cannot stop I won’t, because I do not know how. My addiction, all former afflictions cast aside, this was the one left to to quietly fester and grow. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by CharuTyagi from Pixabay
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