it's starting...again...and again

sometimes, it's all i can do... write it out. 

An Addict, A Mother, and The Weather

My baby weight still clings to me and pulls me down, heavy, in pain.

It is the afterbirth that never leaves. Like a parasite, it remains.


Why are you ignoring me?  I haven't any clothes. Help! Help! Mommy, Please! 


Are the sounds of  my baby's woes. 


These days of November rain, he's crawling in supplication, suckling for more nourishment from my well of dry impatience.


And here I am again, a manipulated pawn, used by this addict, who happens to be my son.


Lord, will it ever end, the journey I trudge in mud and mire?

Please, I ask you give me back my son and take away this liar.


Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-02 at 05:51

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is heartbreakingly beautiful. I cannot think of a more profound and honest explanation of what mothers go through when a child is an addict. The writing is beyond brilliant. It is alive and exploding. No reader can avoid the back blast of the combustion.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It must be so hard for you. But they will always be our children for whom we will do anything.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a devastating poem, Kathy. The last line is perfect.

It's a terrible place to be Kathy, between a mothers love and reality. May both you and your son find strength.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your strong words show your desperation. Your pain is showing. I am so sorry and wish with all my heart that he can conquer his addiction and bring peace to your life.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Bless you Kathy. Both you and your son are in my prayers!

Yes Kathy, a shame what addicts do to others.
I will remember you in my prayers. A good write.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Sending a prayer for restoration and healing heavenward. You vividly describe a situation that is distressingly common and always painful to those concerned.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A night for prayer. Let it be heard.