Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.
White powder
On the counter
Just to numb a troubled mind
Went looking for the answers
This was all that she could find
She knew she couldn’t live like this
To live like this meant dying
But every life comes to an end
So what’s the point in trying?
To dance with death is madness
Just to feel alive
A hefty price to pay
For someone trying to survive
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just to clarify, this was written many, many years ago... Better answers were found 🖤
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What powerful and poignant words ... So glad that "better answers were found"
Go well
John
its important, that we share
to gift others an opportunity, to learn
without having to fall to the depths
we personally experienced,
however unlikely, if it connects and helps
just, one
that's enough to pay for the vulnerability
you bravely choose, to showcase...
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
(happy you've found your 'better'
hope it evolves, eventually
into something: 'even Better'!)
Precisely the reason I began sharing my work;
I found solace in the words of others who found the bravery to do the same.
The great irony of vulnerability is that there is great strength to be found in choosing it.
And thank you, for such kind words and encouragement. Slowly but surely, I'm cultivating my "even better".
Many comforts and crutches come our way and the biggest life ruiners are legal. All around we see people being killed by them. Maybe the deep illicit ventures have the benefit of shocking our reality into realising what we are doing to ourselves - hopefully in time to take stock and action.
It truly baffles me what is legal and what isn't... And how society frowns upon those who fall into the more illicit forms of escape, all while killing themselves slowly all the same.
A deep, dark, beautifully penned piece Hannah! "To dance with death is madness
just to feel alive". I LOVE that line! You've really outdone yourself here. Consider me a fan🙂
Thank so so much Coyote, that means a lot to me as I really respect your work 🙂
In terms of structure alone this makes, for me a great piece of verse Hannah, and I cannot help but agree with the sentiment already expressed re the dance – madness – alive lines. Although many attest to the idea that a close association with death can make for a greater appreciation of life – sports such as mountain climbing, motor racing…. Probably better examples... Not something I’ve particularly wished to experience.
Just a couple (or more) of quick points:
- Almost all substances we introduce to our bodies are capable of both use and abuse – even water.
- In the case of your marching powder, as with other illicit drugs plus alcohol, a large proportion of folks are able to use these recreationally and remain fully functioning human beings.
- However, with respect to this particular substance, it’s consumption, I would argue, is highly immoral by virtue of the violence intimidation and death involved in its production.
But above all, thanks for the openness and honesty you displayed in bringing your experience here in the first place.
Dave, I couldn't agree more with every single point you made. A prominent neuroscientist just came out about using heroine for recreational purposes... That one I'm still having a hard time wrapping my mind around.
And I was, and still am, an adrenaline junky at heart. But now I get my kicks trying to skate and indoor skydiving 😂
Thank you for the kind words, I was afraid this wouldn't be well received. I'm glad to hear that it was.
Thanks for your positive response Hannah. For another view of smack (heroin), since you mention it, you might like to take a look at my post Peter’s Complaint (https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-126520) and subsequent commentary. It does nothing to negate either your piece or my contribution here, but is a slightly different perspective.
Survive you did and now obviously in a wonderful place in your life.
Andy
Thank you Andy, that I am. Very thankful to be here and share my experience in the hopes that others find hope that things do get better.
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