I am totally mixed up- headed for a crash
all I have created- right into the trash.
where will I be when the smoke clears?
who will I be when the time nears?
I hear voices all the time now’
can no longer recall which one is mine,
I mean to call or drop a line now,
but I’m tied up all the time.
tied up, mixed up, mixed nuts, fixed up
tied down, home bound, not found
under ground.
is this what happens when the party ends?
the high, high rises,
the good, good friends?
see all the bottles, empty and broken
just like myself, the one i put hope in…
shall i sneak away, slink around?
put all the colors away for a year-
maybe two…
or should I Shout-Carry Out!
Do All I know I can do!!
yes ma’am-that’s me!
the New-How-Do-You-Do-Sue!!
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Author: Kleo Patra
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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