ßooze and Canoes

“Nothing can survive in that alcoholism.
It took and killed everything in collision.” ~ §tacy §weeney

ßooze and Canoes

Nothing can survive
in that alcoholism.
It took and killed
everything in collision.

The woman I expected to be better
was not the woman who appeared.
The alcoholic can see, touch and feel,
but the disappointed children…

The disappointed children
can only sense a vapor oozing from every pore.
The exact circumstances are not posted,
but the humorous bear is there to pose.

Chewing on spruce gum patching
and on a small canoe destined,
to be summer bronze for reindeer
and the paper birch legend.

And it is tragic,
because things can not be the way they were.
And my mind is sick,
coming from a place of hurt.

I step back and detach.
It is the flip side to how much,
how often and how little
time I spend with such.

Most of it is spiritual healing you can do nothing about.
Tell me what my options are,
but to allow transparency and a newfound
peace and love to emerge.

Do not feel sorry for me, for I am not the victim here.
Feel sorry for that moving and fascinating lady,
recently released from prison,
who took an hour to read, The Lord’s Prayer.

~ §tacy §weeney

https://photos.app.goo.gl/ceI0UuKjISAN5WDA3 (spoken word recording)