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Empty Box of Miracles
by Alison McKenzieDo we really have to go down this road?
I've taken this turn before,
The brambles and the poison bushes
Far too familiar,
The broken promises,
Lies,
The ripping of my heart
As it beats erratic.
Who's that girl
Always rediscovering pitfalls?
That's me.
What kind of karma
Leads always back to
The dangers of these crevices?
I've addressed it every which way,
Avoided the direction,
Airlifted rescues,
Abandoned the map,
Only to find myself back here
Again.
Jesus.
Except calling that name
Doesn't save me either.
There is no escaping my destiny now,
The only other remedy
I havent really tried -
Living alone.
I'd sworn it off,
The bitter pill of last resort,
The miracle box
Empty at last.
But at least I think
I won't evaporate this time.
At least it didn't take a marriage
To turn me down this dusty path.
Maybe, just maybe
Enough wisdom has accrued
That I won't experience the pain of it so much
This time.
11/17/2008 Author's Note: Damn them addictions!
Posted on 11/17/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/17/08 at 06:57 PM Gosh, Ali. These words really do seem to emerge from an empty box you're peering into. I'm so sorry you're at this place. Don't give up calling that name though. I just got through reading about the unjust judge and the widow woman... worry Him some! You're adorable enough to get his attention with your creativity drawing out a great, big smile.... oh and by the way... we do have a fantastic twelve step program that really works to give the sufferer a daily reprieve from the loneliness and devastation that any addiction will subtract from a life... I know from personal experience, lol, not just hearsay. Lovin ya girl. |
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