NA, Your Lives, and Mine

Your stories speak to me
giving me strength and resolve
in the suffering you felt
i have no right to cry tears for you
because my pain does not match yours
nor yours mine
i know just this
why you came and how you came to know
of your addictions
just like I
I see your visions
of your past
and what you thought of when you thought of the future
you awoke one morning and cried tears for no reason
a blind message from your spirit
from the God within telling you
what youre doing to yourself
you went to the mirror
and saw someone you did not recognize
and stained the counter with crimson sadness and regret
putting on your big-boy and big-girl smile
and walking out of the front door to greet
the people who have no idea
of what you hide behind the smile
behind the mirrored reflection of you
but in the day
you constantly check
in the mirror
your face
to just see
if maybe
the face you see
will finnally be a reflection
of who you are inside
its not
Etching away to mold and shape
your tattered face
hoping that it will match your spirit
your stories spoke
strength and resolve
i have no right to cry your tears
i have my own