in the early
in the early
stages of
dismissal, we
covet our
bruises like
badges – no rubbing
alcohol
here – secretly
trading one
affirming
weakness
for another
.
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The poem brings to mind codependency…or trading one form of addiction for another.
(smile) that’s a way to look at it!