I Am Living With An Adult Child of An Alcoholic
Like the improbable catch of a feather from a waterfall, my heart insists on grasping and fixating on a fleeting memory... a very personal, private, delicate , indescribable moment...witnessed by no one... a shimmering flicker of what once was.
..the force of a waterfall called ACoA, rips it from me...
..the force of a waterfall called ACoA, rips it from me...