Your eyes,
your face,
your smile (absent for too long)-
they are all familiar
impressions on the
repressed memories
lurking in the recesses
of my sub-conscious mind.
I wrestle with the
incongruity of
past and present-
the surreal shadow
that slithers across
the barren landscape
of a new reality.
I hope you can find
yourself,
your smile,
your life (reason to live)–
all buried beneath
the stranger inside-
the person I once knew.
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Inspiration: For those who look to this part of the post to explain what on earth I was writing about, I won’t leave you hanging. This poem has dual meaning. It was written to/about a person consumed by drugs. He looks like the person you’ve known all along, but inside, he is gone. His good heart belongs to his addiction. It is also written to/about his parents; the people who have struggled to accept their only child is no longer the boy they raised. How do you come to terms with that? Not very easily. That’s all I know. Sometimes I can’t believe these are the same people I remember fondly from my childhood. They are so different now; so sad and broken.
Unfortunately, this is about my family. Just in time for the holidays, relationships have been severed and only time will tell if they can be repaired. Right now, I’m sort of in the middle and will walk the line as best I can. In the meantime, all I can do is offer prayers for peace, strength and forgiving hearts.
I realize I’ve neglected my fiction here lately. I’ve written a couple of stories I plan to submit for publication, so I can’t post them here, but I do have a couple ideas. I hope to post some fiction soon (either this week or next.)
I’ll sign off with this… if we look closely enough, we can find even the tiniest blessings in times of trouble. I hope you have a beautiful week!
JannaTWrites 