Precious Baby Boy

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to my baby Tyree , I love you and I am so proud of you!

Precious Baby Boy

Is it memories of her childhood that she tries to escape

Or something else she fears, and so she tries to run away

 

Self inflicted coma the poison goes in

Why does she do it over and over again.

 

Point well taken liquid demons injected

Coursing thru her veins, her mind now infected

 

Eyes glazed over pools of endless pain

What is it she’s is now seeing,

Where has she found her escape

 

Has the darkness consumed her is that why her body goes limp

Or has she seen the light and her soul is wanting to give in

 

I scream and I yell pulling her back

She blinks a blank stare, unable to speak her body slack

 

Frustrated in life she seeks a new realm

Where there is no sense of time its found

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell

 

It’s this place she runs to when this world seems too much

But when her ride is over and she finally wakes up

 

The real world comes back crashing in all around her

All at once reality is too quick to remind her

 

Of the reason she wanted to escape this place

And off she goes again to her far away place.

This never ending cycle back and forth through space

 

But wait ……….

Could it be, a change in her ways

Has she finally found a reason to remain in THIS place

 

A reason to do better, something to finally bring her Joy

Why yes, she has…….

It’s her precious Baby Boy!

 

1/16/2013

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Iliketoflyaway commented on Precious Baby Boy

01-30-2013

Congratulations bree! This is a beautiful poem about the baby and your daughter beating her addiction

BreeLove

01/30/2013

thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment. I am very proud of her, and i cant wait til hes born (march 12th ), i know she is going to be a wonderful mother.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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