Jagged little edges
Jagged little holes
Little pieces missing
In-completed souls
Searching for something
To fill this endless tide
Years that are wasted
Trying to hide
You’ll never know me
Neither will I
Always endless secrets
So many lies
With no mercy
For this aching heart
Using more
Just tears it apart
Somebody help me!
It’s dark and I am lost
I can no longer bear
This life and its cost
Jagged little edges
Jagged little holes
Little pieces missing
in-completed souls.
I wrote this as I sat thinking some time ago, hoping to put into words, or define, the feeling I remembered. For me it defines the terminal uniqueness, the separation, the despair, we carry within when addiction is left untreated.
I have since learned to fill in the little pieces missing with love, gratitude and faith. But I didn’t get there alone, and the solution for the in-completed soul came in an answer I could never have imagined.
WE
As hard as I tried, I could get never get the pieces back together. Left to my own devices it became hopeless.
Today, life is unbelievable. I couldn’t have dreamed this big.
WE
Imagine that?
Lisa Fischer Stockton
There are no words to describe the amount of courage it must have taken to not only ask for help but to continue your life in such a healthy, open, honest and willing way. You are so much more than a wife, mother, grandmother, or author – you are an inspiring to me and so many other people who are fortunate enough to come in contact with you. Your story is powerful and needs to be told. Addiction IS treatable, people DO get well and live amazing lives. You have gone even one step more by using your “miracle” to inspire and help others.