Crashing In On The Shore

Skinned knees, open wounds.
Crashing back to hate. No one is safe. 
Certainly not you.
The thrills sought after have become worthless.
You need something more.
You and your aching heart.
Your whole life has been riding toward this.
And you will repeat it.
And repeat it, and repeat it.


This piece was created with someone very close to me in mind. This person has been struggling with addiction after addiction, creating a path of destruction wherever they go. It's incredibly hard to see them continue to fall back into this bottomless pit of wounding, and it's even harder to know I can't do much until they want help. What hurts the most is watching them hit rock bottom, want to change, ask for help, get better, and then go back to it. Watching this constant crash cycle breaks my heart every time. But every time me and their loved ones help when they need it or want it, while keeping in mind that enabling and encouraging the behavior need to be very far away from our intentions. We all just want the best for this person. All we can do is hope that one day they can stop breaking their own heart and ours, and stand by them until that day comes, if it ever does.

Crashing in on The Shore by Hanna Bruer