Suzanne Takes You Down
Like the thorny wall around Rapunzel
Keeping prince and love at bay,
I’m surrounded by my anger at the ones who won’t be saved;
Excusing and abusing
With lies and pills and bruises
And their promises of change
Which are as empty as the bottles and the cans they gather; hide.
But it’s my guilt that I’m left living,
not these memories of deception
That keeps me now, inside.
The door, if found, acceptance
that again, when I would have saved you,
Instead, I have survived.
This poem is primarily to my sister, but it also includes all the others in my life who cheated themselves out of happiness through addiction/alcoholism, rejected and hurt those who truly loved them while embracing abusive relationships and then died either at their own hand or from their addictions. Unfortunately in my family and friends there are too many, and a few still trying.