when i was a child
i was told tales of
mosquitoes' songs and
car crash children;
i covered my ears
as tightly as i could,
but it is common knowledge
that nightmares always
prevail, and i was haunted
night after night
with the reality of
what our world has
come to.
tell me, when you were young
did you dream of
drinking with the
'grown ups'?
--i did--
then i met a razor blade
who told me
i have an addictive
personality,
and i fell in love with
a boy with an
alcoholic father
(things changed after that
and i learned that
naivety is a gift
i gave away a long time ago.)
some things don't change:
there will always be three hundred
and sixty five days
in a year,
( except for when there is
threehundredsixtysix. )
there are times when i
wished i was a constant too,
but then i realized
i'd be stuck in my past
and that was a very
scary place to be-
now i am thankful for
the constant flow
of in and out, the constant
change of the tides.
although i cry at change
i w e l c o m e i t.
one of these days
my mind will no longer be sharp
and i won't remember
my children's names
and my sister will be gone
and i will be
alone.
i would like to think
that i'll be happy
just to know ( silence )
but in reality, i will probably
spend my time wishing
i had treated my mother better
and had not let the
alcoholic's son free.
(i will be plagued by
nightmares once again,
the same ones of my
childhood.)