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Boxes

Those suffering addictions compartmentalise their lives
Trying to build boxes to help them to survive
Life controlling behaviours closeted away
The pain kept in a corner to come out another day
The other rooms look perfect, portraying peace and hope
The shoes are lined up clean and spaced, “look how well I cope”.
It’s all a show for self and friends, as if they cannot see
The childhood pain stuck in the corner, the property of me
Life cannot be boxed there’s an ebb and flow
Between the rooms in your house joy and sadness go
If you try to lock your pain away it will break out in other spaces
The careful hiding doesn’t work, to appear in public places
The embarrassment and shame rears its ugly head
from within its box the pain breaks out
Be careful where you tread
I cannot judge or pick out, the addict, you or me
We all have pain locked away to this or that degree 
A single canvas can be painted as you try to live as one
A tapestry with no walls has only just begun
Openness, honesty and sharing
Not the time for comparing
The journey ahead no one else can measure
To embrace the pain and find the treasure
Unique to you but travel with friends
Who you travel with just depends
On open hearts and an honest soul
across the river and your goal

It’s time to live again 

John Lowton

October '22'

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