An ACOA’s Confession

This old violin has lost

some of her strings

and like many an ACOA*

she’s filled to the brim

with lizards, and things

but mainly her stuffing is jello.

When I awoke in the night

and turned on the light

I prayed (to the Universe)

that today would be free

in its entirety

of fight.

 

*Adult Children of Alcoholics

A Tree Library

While continuing to try to continue organizing “my stuff”  I came across a passel of earlier poems.  I don’t know which have made their appearance in this blog and/or d’Verse, but I just felt like giving them a run-through again.  One a Day takes the —what was it?—away. Since I love my Media Library, I think I’ll add a random pix, also. (This must be what happens when you start getting old.)

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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1 Response to An ACOA’s Confession

  1. jonicaggiano says:

    I met a woman when I was young who told me in my twenties that when I got older it would be so much worse. Those feelings of betrayal, sadness, what might have been, she was certainly filled to the brim. She did tell me I had some rough road ahead and she was right. Your poem is beautiful and honest and occasionally I still have days I feel like jello inside but most of the time I consider myself a warrior and a survivor who is making her mark the best way I know-how. Keep writing and sharing, thank you. Love J

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