Wine Stains ~A Poem About Recovery

by Clara B. Ray
(Midwest City, Oklahoma)

Tic-toc!
So
precious
the time--
seized from hands
of yesterday's clock!


Years
of pater's
drunken rage
refusing removal
from
life's
center stage.


Daughters of time were they all!
Impregnated
with seconds
stolen
from
earlier
moments of mine.


Long was the labour in therapy!
But, longest
was the afterwards rest,
in antiqued minutes
returned to me.


Time tediously squeezed
from a childhood--
bruised ...
in scars,
abuse and memories.


Where
no in between comforts
remained,
and life was split into units
of
either
plain
or
psychedelic,
of
nice mother
or
father insane.


Of love or hate,
boiled or frozen,
of
too early
or
too late.


Of evil or angel
rejected or chosen,
Circles or angles.


Oh the wars and vexation,
of abstinence
or
over-indulgence,
and how a heart longed,
to know the placidity
of moderation!


However, in the end,
the middle of the road
was found again.


And a woman
understood,
from whence the extremes came.


And,
understanding
the abrupt change of scenes
in
a childhood,
permitted the removal
of an alcoholic father's
violent, violet wine stains.



©07-04-2010(Revised)
Clara B. Ray
Amateur Creative Writer

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