By Ilene L. Cooper
Member-at-large
she shoulders silence,
hidden in a mind of violence,
quieted,
by the infamous pill,
opioids and fentanyl,
the mixture true,
sublime,
she tried it for a third,
even a fourth time,
silencing the pain
numbing her brain,
she called out in sleep,
someone’s ghostly name.
how does the triangle of
a moment cool,
then simmer,
to the outer skies,
moonlit eyes,
sharing a cover
of darkness inside,
entice and seduce,
only to sigh and reduce,
into a life of nothing,
to lose all that there is,
to lose oneself,
steal and lie,
for a momentary high.
she fought the dreams,
and turned the nightmares
into schemes for success,
whatever that means,
to others and me,
it is simply
a way of being,
clearly seeing without
paralyzing pills, alcohol or
whiskey drills,
she drifted into a
rehab center,
on a whisper and a prayer,
to sacrifice the numbing,
the denial,
and the rage,
she turned a page.
PROFOUND, I WISH ALL STORIES LIKE THIS ENDED THE SAME,WAY.
THANKS FOR THE INSIGHT
I liked this poem very much, and was surprised, and delighted at the end.
Wow…
Stomach-churning, heart-rending, beautifully written. Just incredible. Thank you.
Very strong and thoughtful of a life of drugs to never-never land. Excellent poem.
well penned….congrats on your poem being featured.
Full of sorrow, maybe acceptance of the downs and the highs. Beautiful
That is beautiful
Poweeful! Thanks for sharing!
Very strong poem and sad . I really felt the pain of the person needing the drugs to survive. Much truth comes through in a gentle telling.