What Lies Ahead:

Looking over my shoulder

I was 13 when poetry found me in the library

hovering over the latest beauty magazines

wondering why I couldn’t see myself

Moma’s job had just ended, we still needed money for the past due light-bill

going to church wasn’t bad, as I recall Moma gave over every last cent paying for a miracle.

In the morning the sun rose gently, helping us with another lightless day

then it was poetry and I, stride by stride,

pain and grief, blood in the middle.

  I was writing,

kindness sis. Krissy 

 

 

7 thoughts on “What Lies Ahead:

      1. Maren

        Most poets I know are survivors … and I got lucky and my Dad found AA when I was 13 and it turned his life around, but I kept on writing.

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      2. Visionariekind Post author

        indeed we are, so glad you kept on writting also glad to know your dad was able to turn his life around, many are not so blessed – beautiful testimony 😊

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