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That's just the brakes
by Dorian BlackHer lies had been sold to me so neatly,
It took me going to an NA meeting,
to see that recovery wasn't a myth,
before I gave up on her completely.
There was Jared,
who gave up the needle for a pen,
a pad of paper, a fresh start,
and never looked back again.
Sam,
he wasn't much of a man,
he said.
Used to keep a meth pipe tucked under
his daughter's bed,
but he's 20 years clean,
and admits he has to lean
on the support of the little girl that
cried the day
they locked him away.
Ben,
said he never had much in the way of friends,
he was only in it for a means to an end,
so Cocaine would keep him company,
'til the day he found God, and lost the gluttony.
It was a selfish thought,
sitting amongst all of them,
wondering why
my Mother wouldn't do the same.
The words echoed as I told them why I was there,
"What a Shame. What a Shame ...A Shame."
She couldn't quit the pipe,
but I guess those are just the brakes;
I had an addiction to my Mother,
and now I've got the shakes. 01/17/2014 Author's Note: Over the past 27 years, I've had my fair share of trauma and abuse from my Mother. I went to an NA meeting recently to find a cure for my addiction... please know it took everything in me to write this.
Posted on 01/17/2014
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/17/14 at 02:12 PM I admire your courage and love your poem which in essence is brimming with hope. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/17/14 at 04:37 PM Poignant with a sense of loss but also filled with hope...if only. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/17/14 at 04:54 PM I hope the best for both of you, but especially that you can find a healthy place for yourself. |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 01/23/14 at 09:42 PM Dealing with the most harrowing truths of one's life is probably the most difficult task one can set out to achieve when writing. Not only do you have to summon the strength to examine the demons of the past, you must build a house for them in which to live outside of the house of memory. But it can be a therapeutic division. This is powerful stuff. |
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