Patients in your heart, a reservoir of strength and calm, Not to fix, but to support, not with judgment, but with a balm. You set boundaries, like rivers shaping land with gentle might, Teaching love to flow in courses, both day and dark of night.

In this journey, long and winding, where each step might seem unsure,Your instincts are your truest friend, the wisdom you procure.They tell you when to hold, to wait, or when to let the storm rage on,For growth often hides in struggle, where battles are bravely won.

So trust the voice within you, soft yet clear in guidance true,For in loving an alcoholic, it’s the instincts that see you through.With help, empathy, patience, and boundaries firmly placed,Unconditional love will lead, in this sacred space.

The shadow of want