Some of My Poems

                                         Father’s Going

I know he despairs of living.

the end yaws inexorably before him,

it’s jaws grinning, gaping.

why can’t I help this man I love,

(and loathe)

to go in a gentle, meaningful way,

taking his pain with him?

please stay, daddy…

forever with me, please ?

who will I take care of, who will drive me


with his neediness,

his wonderfulness.

wishing you were here,

even when you’re here.

I have been losing you

all my life.

c. Susan T. Martin 7/9/13

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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