Silent Wounded

By Bonnie Playle, Soldotna

Those innocent, soft souls,

full of guilt, shame and heartaches untold.

They can be both young and old,

but fall victim to lives that are atrocious,

caught in the disease through osmosis.

The premature baby, born two months early,

detoxed in an incubator, without much worry.

A two-year-old little girl in an asthma fit,

parents standing by hoping she makes it.

Growing up, sick with cold, flu, cramps, whatever it might be,

all is better with a whiskey Toddie.

Young woman flitting from man to man,

only to get hurt over and over again.

I was attracted then married this man

who drank/drugged real hearty.

Every day was a party.

Promises broken, hurtful words spoken,

after a few years left me forsaken, my sanity taken.

I went via my husband to the depths of hell,

then Recovery entered in making us better, but never well.

Would I do it all over again?

Most definitely yes, with my Higher Power, I am so blest.