A milk jug,
handle turned in,
was all it took
for father to lather,
a barrage of curses
decrying our lack of worth,
foaming from his mouth –
spittle that remains lodged
in our psyche – drug
resistant venom.
(Tuesdays poems come from Twitter. Follow me at @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
A powerful piece, V.J., and one I can relate to.
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Thanks Eugenia. We all carry some of that poison it seems.
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Yes, unfortunately.
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It seems many of us have drunk from the same cup of poison 😔
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I fear so, Christine. Certainly those of us who seek healing through writing. Thanks.
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Yes indeed 😢
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So poignant – “
spittle that remains lodged in our psyche – drug resistant venom.”
Brilliant.
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Thank you!
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I agree that these are stand-out lines in a very powerful expression of the damage families inflict on one another.
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Thanks Liz.
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Your imagery – so vivid in this poem.
Yes, it’s a poison we carry, but perhaps by writing we can ease it out little by little. Until the triggers force more to the surface.
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Writing has been very cathartic, and as you say, makes room for more, lol.
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It sure does!
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Its only drug resistant if you hold onto it.
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I get that, and it makes sense in its simplicity, and then there are the darker levels – not so easy to recognize and let go.
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I know but sooner or later we have to let go of everything.
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..or else we end up haunting others, lol.
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Very powerful! I am still carrying some of that poison myself! ❤
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Hard to shake, isn’t it! Thanks
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Yes! That’s why I’m grateful for poetry that helps release it! ❤
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