By Bobbie Deane-Cox
Pain is cause and effect. It's juxtaposition at its best. It is a fragile yet destructive component, that can smash a glass table like a hammer. It is not an emotion but the aftermath of such.
A mother who is binging on bad choices, in the form of powder and pills, toxic thoughts and choices cloud her intuition. Foggy like an early morning- just like thick air that swallows the tower blocks, that look as though they have disappeared.
She still loves deeply but is clutched by her habits. Binging and overdosing on temporary comfort which overtime creates a shield of pain between her and her two children... although the shield of pain was intended to provide protection, it has intercepted her true intuition.
She under-dosed on love, thought with her head and not her heart and now the angel on her right shoulder is vacant…
I have just completed a Foundation Year and I am starting adult nursing, in September. I find joy in the simple things, like helping others, nature animals and writing poetry and spoken word pieces!
In this poem in particular, I am magnifying the emotions and challenges of a mother’s battle with a drug addiction, whilst simultaneously raising 2 children (me and my sister). This poem doesn’t necessarily look at what went wrong, but focuses more on the mother’s thoughts and feelings during this time.