Jack Daniels and Coke, one for me, one for my Angel.
My angry torrent of words still fizzle in my fingers
the un-lurching feeling inside still lingers.
A deep rootedness inside that screams
and I do not know what it means.
A constant maze of symbols, and like
Peter, I put out my hand for a thimble
because long gone is my knowledge
hiding out back in the shadows with courage.
I know they beg that I see, numbers simply follow me
they seep into the depths of my dreams,
to whisper in the calm of sleep
the reason that I should keep
and still I cannot see.
So plastic beakers for two, JD and coke
My Angels, dearest it’s been a while since
we spoke. Cards on the table show me the way
take hold of my cold and bony fingers and lead
me. Do not lay trust in me that I will find
my way, i’m lucky most days to make it through
just okay. You were there on my darkest
days when alone I stood and faced a bitter world,
you had my back when I fell between the cracks.
You stood in the shadows whilst I stood alone
in the darkness. You showed me how to love
myself even though I believed myself invisible.
You gave me a world where I am seen,
and still you expect me to know what it means!
More JD less coke Angels dearest so glad we spoke!!!
Karen Hayward ©2016