A voice that was music to my ears.
she sang songs when she spoke all
through the day until dusk
I never tired of her tunes.

Skin hung over bones whose
marrow had long since given
up the ghost
Forgotten how to live
and yet,
her story wasn’t ended.

The sight of her was staggering
yet love saw past the dying.

Blood, diseased through
past addiction
She had been broken beyond the
limits of falling
(more half-dead than)
alive on streets which held
no shame for a person dying to
drown their sorrows
just for today, if not tomorrow.

destiny is such a strange bed-mate
and won’t let us go until we’ve
fulfilled each task it sets.


© Daydreamertoo               *All rights reserved

Shared with Brenda W  prompt at The Sunday Whirl #51 (Do please join in, it’s a lot of fun)
This is in response to the Wordle words.  (I think) they tended to be a bit sad(ish) this week.  Marrow, Staggering, Destiny, Story, Blood, Mate, Broken, addiction, Buried, Songs, Dusk, Sorrows.

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

15 thoughts on “Addictions”

  1. This is deep, Bren. Destiny finds a way to fulfill itself. It isn’t always easy, but it is the way it has to be. You have lost so much, but you live so much as well.

  2. Only knowing from what you have written…
    this is uplifting just because there is hope. I first thought it might be about a nurse or caregiver serving in a hospice…I admire those who can comfort those in their last days allowing the last days of life to be lived with dignity. Kudos to you.

  3. God, this brought tears to my eyes, Bren. Knowing your story, and what happened to your partner. Thanks for sharing this with us.

    Have a happy Easter and a great Sunday!


  4. You have taken a difficult topic and made it beautiful, because “love sees past the dying.” Beautiful, Bren, as are you for accompanying her through.

  5. you know…despite our past there is hope…and a destiny that has not fogotten us though often we forget it….really nicely told bren…

  6. True, we never know what destiny or the universe or whatever has in store and sometimes it’s best just to go along for the ride.

  7. Powerful and full of pain – and beauty. The second stanza blew me away. Indeed destiny is hard for us to understand sometimes.

  8. This is soulful, and speaks to deep love. I’m sorry for your loss, and am touched that you’ve given it such beautiful expression, and shared it with us.

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