Addiction Poem about Family

Drug addiction and clergy abuse are the topics of this piece. Neither subject is unfamiliar to me personally -- I am sad to say. Yet all things pass, and life can get better if only we try.

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The Raging Tide

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Published: August 2008

I walked away from home so early
Set out across the nation wide
I found in sorrow life's true measure
With just a thumb I hitched a ride
City parks with tramps and strangers
A welcome to a fire's side
Lurking eyes just beyond the shadows
Swept away in reality's tide

I met a welfare lady dancing
Around a bush to praise the sky
Her six kids had almost nothing
Yet bathed in love they smiled wide
She said she saw that I was hungry
And took me to her family's home
She fed me love by the spoonful
It was like an amusement ride
The ganja gods their mist seductive
Lured me to a twist of fate
A monkey appeared on my shoulders
And always stayed right by my side
Illusions cast a strange new vision
A supple state of unawareness
Neon flowers and melting faces
A psilocybin and acid tide

The monkey used his hands as blinders
So lost became a natural state
Family was little more than a memory
Yet hidden deep were seeds of strength
I met a man who promised pleasure
And money too; it seemed a deal
Piercing my soul to bind my spirit
He carefully spread my defenses wide
Soon it seems my senses found me
And struggled hard to clear the fog
Storms wreaked havoc and confusion
And when it cleared I still was lost
The man he said to seek redemption
To call on him when I was through
The monkey said he'd make it better
His claws dug in to stay and ride
Fears and frights soon came upon me
And secrets tore my soul to shreds
Yet I held tightly to the pieces
Yearning for some daily bread
Staring out from behind the curtains
Paranoia held me in his arms
Assuring me that they were coming
And ever staying by my side
Somewhere inside a seed had sprouted
And for a moment the skies grew clear
A ray of love somehow had found me
To warm my soul, my mother's touch
Strength grew fast in fertile soil
My will somehow had found its voice
Reaching out I grasped for security
Resisting hard the under tide

I pleaded for some help from Jesus
And demons came in robes for me
Openly they praised the glory
On the altar robes held open wide
Yet in the darkness of their secrets
They stole the very best from me
Without esteem and bound but anger
I vowed to let the monkey ride
I turned away from God and heaven
And danced among the living dead
Waiting for some insightful moment
And dying slowly, no heart inside
Then came a voice that brought back anger
And a hand reached out from in the fog
It grabbed and grabbed 'til it caught me
And pulled me from the relentless tide

There on the beach I found redemption
My eyes were finally open wide
The monkey left and found another
Because he always likes to ride
The storms were raging all around me
Yet my mind was clear on every side
I walked the beach and picked up morsels
Left behind by the raging tide

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