The material presented
here is not Al-Anon Conference Approved Literature. It is a method
to exchange
information, ideas, feelings, problems and solutions on a personal
level.
After reading Evians poem this came to me and maybe others have something of a poem in them. I lie in my bed at night and listen to the cry of distress.
I wonder how did I get myself into this mess?
I cannot feel his guilt or pain, not if I want to stay sane.
Its late in the nighthe calls my name. I lie still with no response.
Now a cry help comes through the wall. I jump out of bed and run down the hall. His words are mumbled and jumbled, he has tremors I see.
I fear its the Vodka, Ambien, blood sugar drop? I ask myself each time, What do I do? Do I call the paramedics or do I see this situation through?
Why is there no one to hear, no one to help? Im left to cope with this disease all by myself. The doctors dont listen to me, the kids are gone, Im left alone but I must go on
Im left alone with my own pain and fear, just me and my Higher Power night after night, year after year.
I love your poem and I completely understand. I have tried to pretend that I am sleeping when my AH calls out as well. Your questions "What do I do?" really talks to me. I know we can't do anything but... we have to when it is in our home. To do nothing is not possible. Please keep posting your poems... they are helping others.
