Gemini’s bearing force
Dealt her life a twisting course,
Booting her South in a flick of time,
Hooking for decades, gripping, in strive.
But, beckoning her forth,
The Light House, at
South End, had heard her call.
Setting her sails to mast, and
Throwing overboard her twin’s, dark, force.
Ploughing her oars,
She, was, mightily, thanking, the Lord,
All the way, to
South End’s Esplanade,
And the Promenade.
Crossing ocean’s fluidity,
The, hazy sun sets, and fluxing opacity,
Resisting, the Siren’s alluring songs –
Those seducing Demon’s calls,
Sweetening, her anticipated Victory,
To end, her dreadful Odyssey.
At South End’s Esplanade,
And, the Promenade,
Caught her up, in England’s End,
Before tasting her sweetest victory ,
Reuniting, with her misery,
I sent this poem and the picture to inspire her during treatment in rehab’. The last verse, was added after she returned home, the outcome wasn’t what was expected, sadly. But, she may yet summon the will to conquer her demons, and I do hope that that day is just around the corner, and for all those who are suffering with addiction.