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Junky Prayer!

Active using; what to believe in?

By Jennifer CooleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Junky Prayer!
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~ 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!

surreal poetry

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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