You found something in my lithium eyes
The leather belt left more than marks on your neck
As you buried yourself in bourbon and stink
Bonded by our death-wish
You would laugh as I would cry
Your mask was much stronger than mine
Mine as fragile as wet paper tissues
You love with the back of your hand
Waiting for your trophy wife to appear
You blame the powder and I blame myself
Grab your beers and go
I’ll call the ambulance myself
One last hug, I beg
As the apartment door slams shut
I’ll call the ambulance myself
And when you called and cared again
I bowed down to do anything, again
You came – you came and then left
Again, I called every day
Until you found your reason to make me stop
I made it out alive
Leaving behind the forsaken wasteland
That was your life, not mine
I made it out alive
Leaving you behind
This poem was inspired by a piece originally written by Shayne Rich on SubStack
Shared with dVerse OLN #410
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Harsh and honest images I was moved by the shift in the end That stubborn line “I made it out alive”
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Thanks Marja 🙏 It feels like a common occurrence as we navigate relationships when we are younger.
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Your poem and mine perhaps belong together….
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I can see the connections Judy though yours is a lot more subtle than mine! 🙏
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Granted…
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lithium eyes …
A very honest poem of something that leaves deep scars.
And there is strength here that perhaps, most people don’t understand until they go through something similar:
I made it out alive
Leaving behind the forsaken wasteland
That was your life, not mine
I made it out alive
Leaving you behind
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Thanks Reelika 🙏 It’s not my experience thankfully but similar to a friend of my wife’s, who we managed to help leave that relationship and has now gone on to a better life.
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This must have been very cathartic to write and i for one am happy you made it out alive!!! Awesome poem, Shaun! 🩵
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Thanks Cara 🙏 Thankfully, not my own experience. I’ve linked the inspirational writer above.
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Shaun, sometimes the best you can hope for is to get out alive. It’s a interactive trauma bond that serves a purpose, but I haven’t figured out what the purpose is yet.
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Perhaps just to teach?
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This is so desstructive and you caught me with the lithium eyes and the beltmarks…. happy to make it out alive.
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Cheers Björn 🙏
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