sleepygoat

Hi guys,

This is a poem I wrote, dedicated to the moms who walk this path with me...

Above the Transparent World

Oblivious as oysters we rocked
with you inside our tepid seas,
floated fat with love,
our Buddha-smiles on.
We became your shell and you, ours.

When you grew
thin and brittle as crack pipes,
we gathered weeds and called them fruit,
mistook gutted fields for crop circles.
When you faded to your dirty streets
we hung on like roots.

We begged
and God lit a match to our gasoline hearts.
We stripped off
our clothes, our skin, our stories,
held each other's bones -
a cabal of consecrated mothers.
When the fire took our bones
we made of the flames a cocoon,

emerged winged,
translucent above the transparent world
and living
only on air.


For those of you who remember me, I'm still doing well, still clean myself and still not smoking any cigarettes (5yrs & 1yr, respectively). My AD is still smoking crack and living in Newark - and I'll still trusting God with her life, as well as my own.
Some of you may recall I lead a double life - nurse & poet!

Angelic17

Sorry to hear that your daughter is smoking crack in Newark. That is awful for a mom to deal with. I went through it with my son, and it almost killed me. Nothing is worse than watching your beautiful baby hurt themselves. Sorry for your pain, but happy for your sobriety. Your doing the right thing, and setting a good example by being clean. Prayers for your daughter. I wish her a healing.

greeteachday

(((((Sleepy))))) I'm glad you are doing well. I always have you and your daughter in my thoughts and prayers.

Ann

Thanks, Sleepy. I will keep your daughter in my prayers. I am glad you are doing well, it isn't easy sometimes but in the end it's how life is meant to be lived, with each day embraced.

Big Hugs

pjbs55

(((Sleepy)))
Thank you for the beautiful poem. I'm sorry your daughter is still using, and living in Newark. It is so hard for a mom to watch their child do this to themselves.
I keep all the addicts whether recovering or not in my prayers that their HP keeps them as safe as he sees fit.
Stay strong.

sleepygoat

Hi guys,
I wasn't actually looking for prayers (though I always will welcome them)! This is actually a poem of spiritual transformation from suffering to peace. (Emerging winged and living on air, like a butterfly, you know?) Perhaps the poem failed as a poem, to convey that. I am at peace with trusting my God and have been for some time. Take care! I hope to find extra time (yeah, right!) to spend here though I am rediculously busy as always, with meetings, work, home, poetry, cats, etc.... love to you all.