Twister

In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

Where will it land

Anywhere but OZ

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep

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Recovery

My angel

Locked in a cage

Devil’s comin’

Beware his rage

He’ll steal your

Celestial glow

Pluck each wing

Each feather a blow

But the devil don’t know

What he can’t see

Love surrounds

The angel in thee

He’ll pummel

Till black & blue

But he will not take

Your hope from you

“Rehab is for Junkies Only!”

Heroine addicts

Looking at the girl

With razor carvings

Blanketing her arms and legs

They turn away from her

“She doesn’t have a real problem”

As in life she’s unaccepted

In this world of recovery

Walking away

She gives in to

No longer belonging in this world

Desperately searching

To find the end

The end of her pain

A girl in-need of help

Never found it

Even in a place

Where all can be helped