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For My Little Sister
Smashed from the heights of bliss
Echoes of silence
Enlightened by my own revelations
From reservation to reservation
I’ve traveled
Through the many metaphors of my own consciousness
Only to find myself
Smashed from the heights of bliss
Traumatizing
In every way you did me wrong
Paralyzed by your nectar
Frozen affection with frost bite eyes
You took her
Smashed from the heights of bliss
My sister suffered from
My sister suffered from addiction. She was found outside of my parents house froze to death after a heavy night of binge drinking. It's an expression of resentment, struggle and personal reflection. It's not just my expression but giving her a voice today as well.
My poem Field of Glass was
My poem Field of Glass was written for my brother. He shot himself in the head. The bullet went in his left temple and exited his right. By the grace of God he lived, though he will never be the Brian he was. I was so angry at him; angry for taking the easy way out when he had left us with such pain. I am so sorry for your loss, Friend.
~ Becky
She was my besty, and I miss
She was my besty, and I miss her every day. I know the anger you speak of....