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2/1/2021

Poetry by Kathleen Daley

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BLEAK

Now and then something kicks me 
Back into the shelter less wide open;
To the no man’s land of those days 
when I couldn’t live but couldn’t die

Though the reminder is brief 
I still feel the consuming
The gaping abyss of the whoring monster
Me at its edge - me in its grasp - me in its mouth. 
And I Sense
That hole in my soul  
The perpetual purgatory of bleak -  
A craven emptiness.  
Feel me?

When the monster fully turned on me
And nothing brought a breath of reprieve 
Not a chemical in the world 
Not a bite or a beating 
Or my skin picked to pieces
Could fill the hollow 

Twisted, jagged edged knives 
dipped in the venom of my own sickness. 
Freeze my eyes wide open blind. 
Paralyze my sighs of woe and gasps for air 
To silence outside of myself 
Nothing outwardly registers the horror  
As I watched the last long light of hope grows pale  and small and far away
. 
Bleak

The measure of its meaning an abomination 
For folk like me - who know its truth
Drowning in a sea of ruin at a depth others did not dive and cannot comprehend 
The crippling lonely horror of souls being eaten alive 
Hope ripped from our bodies in shark toothed, ragged tears 
Feeling every bite yet unable to cry out 

Today it is Gods care that I never forget and my prayer that I never really return
Still
I can’t help but ache when I see it in others 
(Even if I think I hate them).

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FIRSTS

I am new to the world in ways I’ve never imagined 

I sleep in a room of lace curtains (no shades)
So that the dawn, whether bright or grey,
nudges me awake at the time I used to despise.

My body clock has changed along with my experience 
and I am free of the dark where the creeps come out of  the shadowy places and the hustlers
trade services for souls.


The first time In years that I saw a chemical free sunrise it terrified me. A link in the chains that
held me was broken off and I witnessed life open the book on a new day. 


Firsts continue in this recovering life I’ve chosen.
Some are painful - All are flabbergasting 

The first time I had a  genuine good memory of my younger life and my brokenness screamed in
fear. I stood my ground and let myself remember joy. Oh the tears that rained! 


Or the first time I made sober love
The terror almost trashed the magic 
The vulnerability of the real competing with the iron fencing around my heart prompted a
whispered prayer from within me

And I was broken with a blessing of grace.

Hell, the first time a cop was behind me and I didn’t have a panic attack. 
The first time I was able to look someone in the eye without shame
And on it goes…  

My lace curtains remain my open door reminder of firsts

Life affirming and worthwhile 
in the quiet communion with my Maker
Just as the birds begin to sing.

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Kathleen Daley is a lifelong New Englander, enchanted by the muse of the seasons. She views her writing as a God gift that allows her to coax out what is hiding in the obvious.  She delights in the full freedom of fiction and embraces the ‘What if?’ of a writers mind as the most stirring part of her existence. Some of her writings have recently been accepted by Gnashing Teeth publications and Short Story Avenue.
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At 63 years old the former addictions counselor is a lupus survivor, a staunch recovery and mental health advocate and the married mother of two grown sons.


Rick
2/5/2021 07:07:42 am

Stunning, haunting, beautiful prose

Joanne Bevis link
2/5/2021 08:19:09 am

"BLEAK" and "FIRSTS" to me describe the helplessness and hopelessness of addiction and then the realization what life can be, what it is meant to be, and will be in recovery. If only all those afflicted with the disease of addiction could really truly believe it is possible to live the life they all so deserve, through recovery and hope.

Dotty
2/5/2021 09:44:40 am

So beautiful and haunting at the same time. I felt every word. Just Beautiful!

Donna
2/6/2021 03:21:58 am

Authored with strength.

Unity
2/8/2021 03:06:41 pm

LOVE these


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