STARDUST.

healing energy

in brilliant semicircles

like a pill of perfection

and the medicine of peace.

i rest alone

in planet null

numb to the noise

of the party outside.

laying in a bathtub

drunk and defiant

to a world tapping cards

on glass tables of stardust.

flying high on spent rent

under glittering excuses

and glimmering banners

of broken promises.

we've been here before,

but we tend to forget,

and maybe that is why

we'll be right here tomorrow.

Author's Note

Had a conversation with a friend who talked with me about their experience as a recovering addict. This is what became of it.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Yes, we do fall into the traps we make ourselves and wonder why we got here again.
But life comes with many addictions and some are way more harmful than others. They all have one thing in common though, that no matter the thought it doesn't let you take in the reality of what tomorrow will really look like.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I feel this one. It hits hard.

[Michael Sun Bear]

As I am an addict I get it. I love some of the lines: a world tapping cards on glass tables of stardust. Multiple interpretations there! Flying high on spent rent, like that line too. We’ve been here before but we tend to forget, boy I know that one. Good to hear from you Emunah. Well written!

[Betty Hermelee]

Wow...this is an amazing piece...soft as the clouds...the way you portray this experience...and though it may last for a while, this ephemeral place may only be temporary... and easy to return to when life gets tough...difficult to shake off forever.... thank you for sharing this scene....very meaningful...
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You write so beautifully...it is an honor to read your work.
Amid the messes of life...we do show up the next day, don't we?

[petec3638]

That is how I would expect when recovering for an addiction to be