by Marie Elena
Two decades passed
Since liquor last passed my lips.
Past pain eclipsed my gain;
The ache of wounded heart
Returned again to tear apart
My fragile strength.
Now what lengths will I go
To hide the flow of the drink;
Make everyone think I am well?
Well, I’m not. I’m fraught
With what brought me here.
I can’t disappear. Couldn’t then
When men, cavalier, had their way –
Reduced me to prey.
Two decades erased
With a taste.
My wholeness now broken,
“Just take me,” unspoken,
While hades trades truth for a snake –
With each sip I take,
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
“With each sip I take, I break” is actually a partial line from Peaceful Easy Feeling by Walter Wojtanik.
(Not to worry about me, friends. This is fiction, though sadly loosely based on the plight of someone dear to me and for whom I daily pray.)
Words and art so finely matched here, Marie. I particularly like “Hades trades truth for a snake.”
Thank you so much, Sara!
Words of pain so powerfully paired with the artwork.
Thank you so much. ❤
Measured words sync so well with the art.
Thank you, Patricia!
“The ache of wounded heart” “With each sip I take, I break.”
The addition is not the problem but the symptom of something deep within. There is hope. (Thank you, God)
Yes, amen. There IS hope. What do people do without our Lord?
Thank you, Sheryl. 🙂