Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: Institutionalization

BOX ROOM

Awakening
Counting ceiling tiles, blurred
She loses track

Wondering
Was that a scream she heard
falling through a crack

Speaking
Her words not quite right, slurred
The drugs’ve made her whack

Feeling
Straps on her wrists, tethered
Detox. The Rack.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For anyone who has made it through detox. My mother did it cold turkey to avoid the above experience, and she had a lot of help from my father. Issues with Dad aside, this was the best thing he ever did for my mother – help her get through kicking alcohol at the age of 60. She spent her last 10 years in recovery and died sober. Amen. Amy

For dverse – a fascinating group = and at Poets United, forever my home.