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.)
It’s remarkable how anguish and insight occur simultaneously in this piece. Very prudent, poignant words!
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Thanks so much, Isha.
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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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Bless you.
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The repeat works so well because it brings about the feeling that it is talking about. Love this piece even though it’s holding a lot of sadness.
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Thanks Benjamin. Poetry, as you know, allows us to let it all out.
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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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Thank you!
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Welcome! 🙂 Have a wonderful day!
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Molto bella
Complimenti
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Thanks 🙏
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Prego
Ti seguirò con piacere 😍
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I sincerely think in order to understand the value of happiness as it is important to taste the bad things or else life loses its true purposes. Am I the weird?
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Agreed. We appreciate more what has been missed in the past.
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So true dear 🙂
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Words well said. THANKS 😊
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Thank you!
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Powerful
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Thanks
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This poem pulls at my heartstrings. Sad and beautiful. ❤😢
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Thanks Lisa!
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Wow! Your poem speaks volumes, VJ! I can relate to this and wonder if it was worse when we were young and vulnerable or as adults, it still haunts us. Brava!
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I just remember so much disappointment and shame. Thanks Eugi.
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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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Sorry you lost your Mom. Marriage was certainly a way out.
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Thanks, VJ. My father went downhill quickly after she passed.
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I hear that often happens
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The melancholy in the repeating line of the shorter stanzas really punctuate the story you’re telling in this poem.
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome!
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Any chance you keep telling yourself the same story?
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Yes….and it’s a long one….
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An excellent poem, VJ. Very descriptive about how we can fall into dangerous habits that are hard to break and lead into a downward spiral.
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Exactly! Thanks Eilene!
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Alcoholism does not just damage relationships, it destroys psyches forever. So resonant.
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It does! Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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Desperately needing damage control before the next, same old ending
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A pattern hard to break. Thanks Ivor.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Tired of same old endings …by VJ Knutson
I could never tire of reading this…
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Your poem so eloquently lays out the damage that alcohol can do to families.
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It really does. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Deep, pensive thought! I can totally relate to this poem.
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Thanks Reena.
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Beautiful poem! ❤
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Thanks 🙏
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