Blues Addiction Poem by Barbara Ann Taylor

You
are the blue wren,
bashing yourself against the glass. It breaks my heart!
Or, I'm trying not to let it break my heart, by
keeping my heart protected
from your addictions.
That’s another reason I cannot come to you.
You
must come to me, if you want to. Because I
cannot tolerate watching you poison yourself.

And in my house,
there are no
addictions


I
am the blue wren,
bashing myself against the glass. It breaks her heart!
Or, she’s trying not to let it break her heart, by
keeping her heart protected
from my addictions.
That’s another reason she cannot come to me.
I
must come to her, if I want to. Because she
cannot tolerate watching me poison myself.

And in her house,
there are no
addictions

She
is the blue wren,
bashing herself against the glass. It breaks my heart!
Or, I'm trying not to let it break my heart, by
keeping my heart protected
from her addictions.
That’s another reason I cannot come to her.
She
must come to me, if she wants to. Because I
cannot tolerate watching her poison herself.

And in my house,
there are no
addictions

We
are the blue wrens,
bashing ourselves against the glass. It breaks our hearts!
Or, we’re trying not to let it break our hearts, by
keeping our hearts protected
from our addictions.
That’s another reason we cannot come together
We
must stay apart, if she wants to. Because we
cannot tolerate watching ourselves be poisoned.

And in our houses,
there are no
addictions.

~~~


(©barbaraataylorandmarymeriam28October2001)