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Bottoms Upward

In the murky waste I lay face
down,
No warmth, no light, I couldn't
even hear a sound.

I lifted my head and took it all
in,
To find out how deep was the
hell I was in.

This is a battle I didn't choose
to fight, But when you're in
so deep you don't know what
is right.

Being face down in the murk
on the ground is when I
choose life and choose to
rebound!

My rise is not easy,
not after that fall, But I have to
keep trying or again lose all.

So for now I move forward as I
stand on firm ground,
Surrounded by warmth, light
and delightful sound.
                     Abby, Delaware


Then to Now

Led Zeppelin to Barney

Monty Python to Sesame
Street

Late night at bars to late-night
feedings

Early-morning hangovers to
early-morning invasions of
laughter and hugs

Isolation to never alone

You have made me who I
always wanted to be
           Dawn, New Jersey
Who Do You See

You look at me and see a crack
whore

I look at you and see my past
delight

You look at me with disgust

I look at you and wonder if you
remember whom I used to be

You look at me and mutter under
your breath

I look at you and silently cry

You turn and walk away

I weep for you, my daughter -
but there's nothing left to say
          still a mom, via e-mail