To the alcoholic who lost her daughter
Sitting in front of me, a young blond hair blue eyed spark of a woman, daughter of an alcoholic. Strong as she may seem, hidden are the wounds. Confidant as she may look, always looking in the mirror. Brave as she may act, hides under the covers during the day. I used to resent this woman in front of me. For she made my life hell. Then one day, something came over me. I needed to see her. I said not much to her, kept my distance. Hours passed. Finally.... "Do you remember what he did?" -YES How could I forget that cruel man. She talks more. Confesses she did not control herself very well. But what broke my heart..... "I thought that being tough, wearing my heart on my sleeve, would help me get over it.... How wrong I was" She is so young. I lived with her for years, could hardly stay in the same room with her. Now. I didn't want to leave her side. I saw it. There. The change. I knew ...