Some things we have worked through and some things remain unsolved or are works in progress. Having words to define our feelings both joyous and sorrowful is an empowerment. We can make a choice to share or to keep private. We can embrace our emotions or let go. Chel's poetry somehow does it all.
Darkness, emergence, addiction.
A child with no choice, no voice.
Where is the mother? User?
Shared needles, shared "highs", jail time, abuse, disease.
A lifetime of downward spiral.
A man cries out........
Is it contagious?
Family-the ties that bind Quiet! Don't speak! "Children should be seen and not heard". "Go play in traffic". "Put an egg in your shoe, and beat it". Baa Baa black sheep...... Independent, codependent..... Invisible....... Chel
It was her last will and testament.
Who gets what?
Was it the document or a promise spoken?
Living agreement, dead lies......
Who is deserving and who decides?
Honor the wish or play devil's advocate?
Can you live with a clear conscience?
There's an elephant in the room
Am I the only one who sees it? Sitting there bigger than life. Very still so no one notices or mentions it....... With no acknowledgement it just stays.....day after day, year after year. Ignored. Moving from one generation to the next. We have the ability to free it. Please feed it a peanut......
I live within the boundaries that everyone imposes on me. Always a limit...... Never getting enough...... Always longing for more...... My stage is always set..... A puppet in everyone else's play...... Living a life that belongs to everyone else but me...... Get out! Run! Escape!