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    Sacred Trip

    Everything I hold sacred
    shatters when I trip
    though I try to hold it tight
    I always lose my grip

    When I think I might stumble
    I try not to trip
    step by careful step I move
    trying not to slip

    My life is like a tightrope
    I am terrified I'll slip
    sobriety hangs in the balance
    but I'm afraid I'll trip

    Please God, give me strength
    help me keep my grip
    stay close beside me
    do not let me slip

    Sobriety is a journey
    a very scary trip
    I will have to keep my faith
    if I don't want to slip

    Dear God, please forgive me
    I stumbled and I tripped
    I tried to hold onto your hand
    but I lost my grip....

    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
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    This is such a moving, identifiable and strong poem. After reading your last line then returning to your title, I thought "What a brilliant double meaning". The Sacred Trip I know. And know my Bogie Man. I have tripped. I have fallen flat on my face. Picked myself up, then down again. Life is one sink and it's drain always seems to be waiting for us. We get sunk, ready to slip right down. This bathroom sink is my metaphor (Don't even get me started on the toilet!)

    You're poem is unfailingly honest and in this there is beauty. It's Bravery, sterling.

    Someone once asked me what the most important quality one must have in order to be a poet. I said Bravery, for without this you would not have a poet.

    You are a person and a poet, extraordinaire.....
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    I can always relate to your poems. Stop it! ----LOL.
    Thank you for sharing this. You're an amazing poet and a wonderful person.

    "We will all laugh at gilded butterflies."

    "Sometimes I can feel my bones straining
    under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
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    Ecclesiastes 1:18 For in much wisdom is much grief:
    and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

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    hello Juls - a terrific poem here, the struggle is all too apparent

    love the rhythm and the rhyming you wove - honestly, spot-on.

    Sobriety is a journey
    a very scary trip

    this brings it home to the non-sufferers - the stark reality of the condition
    I wouldn't change a thing

    enjoyed
    Ned

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    SilverMoon, your comments are more poetic than my poem... truly beautiful, and sooo appreciated.. Thank you so much..

    Reichelina... Thank you for your fabulous comment, and I appreciate you taking the time to read my poem..

    ned! Squeeeeeek!!! NO nits? Fabulous... Thank you for mentoring me...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    This poem is very real to me, too. It is the vision of the absolute serenity that you know is waiting for you. You lost your grip for now, but, your God will forgive you. Your poem is unwavering. Well done!

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    Nellie, thank you so much for your sublime words of kindness and encouragement... Love you bunches...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Brilliant. At first you can make an idea of what it is about, but once you get to the end of it you realize it has another meaning, and you can also interpret it in more than one way. Loved it!

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    DarkHowl.. thank you for noticing that the word "trip" Has a double meaning, each time I used it.. I love to use the same words over and over again when I write, and give them a different meaning.. Thank you for your sublime comment, I appreciate..
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    This poem really communicates to me the idea of worship. I might be wrong, but there is a sense of worship in the fear and avoidance of the "trip". The three gods are battling for purchase in one heart, the fear of the trip, the trip itself, and God. They seem to cycle, at least to me.

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