Digging around in my head today, I found this poem. It was written by a much younger me (I can't remember how old, but I know I wasn't in junior high yet,because it wasn't that long after my parents divorced, and suddenly I had a lot of time to "think"). As I write it out now, and let it sink in, I honestly can't say what I was thinking back then, or why I wrote it, what inspired it etc. At that young age, I was probably not thinking anything too deep, most likely this was just about trapped birds in a house or something. I was years away from being an alcoholic, but was I? Do you have any writings in your journals, or stashed away in your mind, that you would now say indicated you had an alcoholic mind way before you took the first drop? It's interesting I think... I would love to hear your input.
The window's held open by one tiny feather The birds are inside where they have been never
They can't stay inside full of despair they must find escape they don't know where
The feather's as strong as their power to reason no one can help them no one can please them
The feather grows weaker as time passes by soon the window will close just like their eyes
The window's held open by one tiny feather The birds are inside where they have been never
They can't stay inside full of despair they must find escape they don't know where
The feather's as strong as their power to reason no one can help them no one can please them
The feather grows weaker as time passes by soon the window will close just like their eyes
Each paragraph has such a different meaning to me Tasha, the bolded reminds me of the thoughts I had in my head in early sobriety, I thought I was going crazy, I felt like I was trapped in my thoughts. I also love the delicacy of the feather but yet it's strong enough to give hope. Way cool..
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Creativity of young people can be amazing. Cool poem. Kind of reminded me of our disease in some ways.....can't stay there, in dispair, need to find the window, we don't know where, hitting nothing but walls we are random in flight, Gods grace calls, we hear the message then see the light...
My parents sold their house I grew up in about 12 years ago, and sent down some of the "stuff" I had stored in the basement. I started to leaf through my old College notebooks and I was actuatually kind of startled by the "doodling". A lot of wierd lyrics from songs of that era, it took me back and made me realize how confused and disturbed I was.
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"There ain't no Coupe DeVille hiding in the bottom of a Cracker Jack Box."
Yes Rob - I saw a lot of "meaning" in that poem that would fit my alcoholic life, which is why I shared it. As I looked through lyrics of songs written in college, where I would have still thought of myself as a "partier" and not an alcoholic, there were a lot of lyrics with signs that I already knew I was deep down.
-- Edited by Tasha on Tuesday 28th of February 2012 08:45:05 AM
