~ Junky Prayer ~
Life as a junky
and a working girl,
getting too high to run from
what's missing inside,
to believe in heaven or not
as you stare up at the sky,
but follow the one
that fills you with fun?
the pleasurable poisons
that runs through our veins,
and the high that's never-ending
sent to our brains,
for every flame
and every flicker
for every toke,
that we exhale
the abandonment
from the hit and miss,
A lost lover
A first kiss,
in a world of culture
we know as fix,
far to gone for understanding
the ultimate end of what
heaven wants for us all,
indescribable words
in the end about our
trials in life,
as we cut another piece to get us through,
another moments time
with me and you as victims
in this historical masterpiece,
that we don't understand
behind something larger
and its rule of commands,
As we take our place
in yet another food line
trying to hang on
to our state of mind
is the good book really kind?
For when can we find the time
to read what we don't see available,
for where the truth is never looking
for us?
So we wander the streets
through each day,
of our junky ways
with little to say
because the greatest miracle
which holds the answers
may never come our way,
So enjoy our sinful freedoms
as sad as our choices are to others, so it may seem...
could be the blessing in disguise to cover us from what
were not to blame for,
for how little we really know
since we started down that path.
Too far gone to change the damage
that keeps us in that cycle,
Denied the Goodness in the heavens
that we should know,
so take things one day at a time
that's all we can do..
and I'll say an N/A prayer for all our souls
and how far we have to go,
on my sober stretch,
with the words that I can find
to write for all of us,
Life as we know it
that's all we've got each day,
to enjoy in our only treasure
of the pleasures that we've saught.
And maybe a flicker of hope,
or a thought that might come to mind
to change you in a sobering moment too...
to try and do better,
and find what answers
our souls haven't known or discovered,
from being lost without direction
to find salvation in (sobriety?) in the end,
through something as small as
a prayer when the moments made clear
that your feeling something
Holy near,
Like the kiss of your child before putting them to bed,
and tucking them under their covers,
or the sound of music
with words, that fill your heart, just right,
and what you need can't escape you
for the first time in your life,
Finding a way to live it
RIGHT!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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