Lifted

Look at them in pity.

Look at them in shame.

Wonder why their life’s a mess,

Wonder who’s to blame.

Wonder if it really works,

Their method for masking pain.

Hide it all momentarily.

Fuck the clarity!

They get lifted,

Vision shifted,

Feeling gifted,

For a moment in time.

With each hit it’s like rewind

Spinning their minds

Into another place.

Smiles on their faces

Leave no traces

Of reality.

They have a way of escaping

But not me.

Not me.

Lonely heart,

Hungry mind,

Misplaced anger,

Running out of time.

Stopping

To watch her buy a dime.

Belly full with baby

But that’s not on her mind

As she gets lifted

And takes a magical ride

Trying to mask what’s inside.

And when the crack pipe no longer blazes,

She sits

Wide eyes gazing.

In a zone

Reality gone

Feeling thankful for the white stone.

Vision shifted,

She’s so lifted.

She’s hiding from reality,

But not me.

Not me.

Lonely Heart,

Hungry mind,

Misplaced anger,

Running out of time.

Stopping

As I approach my home.

Uncle off in his zone.

TV gone,

Compensation

For precious, miracle stones.

Health no longer his concern.

Rotted teeth,

Visible bones.

His paranoia lurks ’til noon.

He’ll be asking me for money soon.

So he can stay lifted.

Makes him feel so gifted

When life is shifted

To an unrealistic

Time.

Where he hides it all momentarily.

But it’s clear to me

That I’d rather face reality.

They get lifted.

Juanita Harris

Published in Raven for Change

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