Tired of Same Old Endings

Tired of same old endings
in which hopes are slaughtered
and tragedy and insanity win.

Raised by the bottle, learned
to set standards low –
still afraid of heights –
have fallen as the ground
beneath my aspirations crumbled –
a certainly under alcohol’s rule.

Tired of same old endings
in which self is battered by indifference
and ego loses the battle for control.

Mother’s denial a coping mechanism
negating children’s need, obliterating
safety, disregarding long-term damage;
even in older years, when we tried
to get her out, were powerless against
his manipulation, his eternal imprinting.

Tired of same old endings
in which the heroine, resources spent
succumbs to the madness, suicides.

Want to believe in a future, greener,
hopeful, in which relationships
are fulfilling, and life goals are
supported; in which encouragement
is not the ploy of deviousness, and
personal best is rewarded, sustained.

Tired of same old endings
haunting my dreaming hours
unforgotten in waking dreams.

(Tired of Same Old Endings first appeared here June of 2018.
Edited for this submission. Linking up with Reena’s Xploration
Challenge: insanity, and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: unforgotten.
Image my own.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

49 thoughts on “Tired of Same Old Endings”

  1. I am with you.. seeing how my sister failed to deal with the roots of this addiction issue going back has broken my heart so many times as you know so I really get it. hugs and love ❤ lets pray for a brighter future.. I am determined to create one now..

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      1. Yeah, you’re right about that. It’s an emotional experience–maybe one that allows us to float our internal feelings out to space or onto the page anyway. Good work again! Enjoyed reading this one!

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      1. Me too, VJ! If it weren’t for my mother, I would have ended up a basket case. As it was, my mother died when I was 23 but I was married and further away from the situation.

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