Dual Forces

A ferocious maniac with no sense of benevolence or empathy for others. The terror within manifests as anger erupting into uncontrollable rage and violence. Frustrated sadness of something caught in a trap. Excruciating existence alleviated by gnarled arguments won through twisted logic and delusional core beliefs of alcohol being a benign presence.

A kind soothsayer of mystic imaginings baffled by the enormity of life but trusting in the inherent goodness of humanity, leans on a lamppost; the phosphorus illumination almost other-worldly in it’s blessed oddity.

These two entities inhabit the same world, a cacophony of sounds, a plethora of emotions and a cornucopia of possibilities often pissed up the wall. The wall, a barrier to recovery now strewn with steaming urine, a stagger and skip and a minor trip, a stumble, bumble and eyes open…how did I get here? What happened last night? A swirling vortex of dread, its eye a chasm of deathly stillness with irretrievable memories of the absurd.


Published by From Wretched to Recovery

Writing about my experience of alcoholism and recovery from addiction. The aftermath, the lessons learnt, the wisdom acquired, healing through gratitude, compassion and forgiveness.

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