a thirst for grace

a thirst for grace

 

 

 

splintered rehab,

vodka lies

under a cushion of hiding eyes

 

a drink under the table of lust

others turn in disgust,

a child, they say

such disaster in her red cheeks

swollen skin, blushed lips

 

half in, half out of herself

walking naked down a dark road

everyone with flashlight curiosity 

shining their judgment upon her

 

she shoves the bottle under her imaginary coat

takes a swig of abstinence 

then ages a couple years with another swig

 

trips on some gravel

and falls into moonlit reflection

of what she might have been

 

had that cunning label

not persuaded her

this would be her redemption.-

and Calvary was only a few sips away. 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/8/16

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

A sight seen all too often Jacob. Kids wanna grow up and grown ups want to be kids. Unfortunately, kids see it as a challenge and out drink each other, with no idea of their limit. Come to think of it, that statement is far too harsh on kids, you see it in every age.
I stopped drinking three years ago when I realised a friend was taking himself and me along with it down this path. He walked on and is now an ex friend, he didn't like his drinking buddy sobering up. I hope the path goes easy on him.
As ever Jacob, perfectly stated with some fascinating lines to read and ponder over.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing and for the very kind review, alife.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I love this poem. Grace, unmentioned within the poem, a haunting journey as she swaggers away from herself and the potential of her soul.

Great write!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Al.

j.

[paddy d daly]

So easy to be led into the feeling
Of feeling good. The thirst for Grace,
But once there there is no easy way
out, well expressed Jacob...p

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, paddy,

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Alcoholism....a terrible disease that robs so many of their youth, their wealth, their relationships. She coulda been a contenda....but alcohol changed everything. That was what I got on first read...then I read it again. Hmm...."under the table of lust" made me think that alcohol led her down a rocky road to prostitution. Your words deserve many reads, Jacob. Each time I am in awe of your talent. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi....i like both those concepts...

j.