Saturday, September 10, 2011

It Started with This

It started with just a tiny sip
of daddy's frothy mug at six
never to be forgotten
that craving, yearning
until she was spiraling
out of control
bonging kegs
snorting coke
hospitals
mixing prescription drugs
cocktails
rehab
more, more, more
forgery, theft
jail
more drink
more drug
too much
not enough
streets
unreachable highs
insanity
uh-oh, caught again
prison
halfway house
                      (will she surrender?)
one trip with bath salts
a smoke of K2
morgue
.
.
.

It started with just a tiny sip.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam

17 comments:

Kim Nelson said...

Well, you nailed the reality of a lot of folks, Laurie...

Daydreamertoo said...

So sad because it is reality for so many caught in the spiral.
Raw and real.

Eva Gallant said...

Too much truth there. I have a nephew in prison because of drug use. It's so sad and such a waste.

Ed Pilolla said...

you bet. every addict can look back to the beginning. life-changing. never to be forgotten. yep.

Helen said...

Gads Laurie! This is sobering...

Mary said...

This poem packs a punch, Laurie. I do think that some people are more genetically prone to addiction than others. Addiction 'catches' some immediately. It is obvious that the person in this poem was one of these people. You captured reality well.

Mama Zen said...

So sad and so real.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Very honest observation - it does start with the first sip.

Anna :o]

Jinksy said...

One long downward spiral... sad...

ccchampagne said...

This is really at the extreme end of the spectra, but still refreshing (and sobering) in a very scary way! Beautiful!

bodhirose said...

Sadly, we hear of this happening too many times. Sure is a lot of suffering in this world...

Cassiopeia Rises said...

You paint a sad picture of one that didn't make it. Very sad.


Melanie

The Bug said...

I never took the sip, but I was always afraid of just this spiral. I guess that's good since it kept me out of trouble :) My addictive personality manifests itself in FOOD instead.

twinkly sparkles said...

I haven't written my poem yet (working on it), but the opening lines are similar. An addict is an addict is an addict....

Thanks for the writing! twinkly

Dave King said...

Strong, true and beautifully crafted.

The Cello Strings said...

strong emotions, well done message.

The Cello Strings said...

strong emotions, well done message.