Poem -

AN ALMIGHTY KICK.....

The young man stood
Shivering
In a doorway

With nothing but the clothes
He had on
And a needle

The woman stood before him
Begged him not to use
To turn away from the devil

Turn to God instead
Before it was too late
It was never too late

The young man smiled
Said he held tightly to the 
devil's hand

Rode the devil's back
Willingly
For the devil kept him warm

Whisked him up amongst the
Stars
Fed his hunger

While God....
Just kicked his ass
Told him to move on.
Marion Price(2019)

 

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John Loopstra

I wish God had kicked my stepfamily. It would have helped many lives (lost one stepbrother to heroin, his son could not cope with that and stepped in front of a train at 18, another stepsister spent 30 years in an institution before killing herself). However, it put me on the path of poetry and made me meet my wife. Thank you for caring enough to write this❤️
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Marion

So sorry for late reply John, just catching up now. I'm sorry to hear about your troubles, childhood can scar us but if that doesn't, life often does anyway. I have a loved one who had a loving upbringing but found solace in drugs, regardless. Thankyou so much for reading and commenting...hugs my friend ?

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John Loopstra

Thank you, poetry will set us free, wont? Hugs back❤️

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