I found this and it really touched me. It was written by an addict as a tribute to his wife. It reminds me of the women from the group I work with.

I quietly created you

Innocent at first, not knowing any better



Slowly you grew, became a part of me

The more your size became, the less was I



Until my very life was being choked away



Yet I did not struggle, I kept growing you

I needed you



Then you were me and I was no more

Only then did I start to fight



But it was too late, I could/would not move

I was dying



Then she was there and gave me her hand

I brushed it away. Leave me be



Out came the hand, again and again

Sometimes I would take hold

Then let you go



Ever-while the other me, kept grinding myself away

I cannot get out



Your hand grew weary, bruised and pained

But still it came out, giving



Finally I was able to hold on, enough to breathe

So much pain to break out, so much pain



As soon as I had my own hand free

I fought, fought with everything I had



But again and again I was sent down

And then I reached out and our hands touched



Together we worked and struggled

Until I was out



But I am not free, I will never be totally free

But I am able to take your hand now



How steep the price you paid to get me

It almost broke you



I cannot forgive myself for the damage

That I caused



I laid waste, and lost so much of what could be

So much pain



Now we walk, bruised and pained hands

Together



I hope I did not destroy you

I hope you keep taking my hand



By Lee Barca