Stoned

Stoned

I hit the pipe… the glass warms and the pain is lifted…
I feel the blood slowly flowing through me…
I close my eyes and go deep within myself…
My head rolls to the right, memories dance throughout me…
I hit the pipe…
I inhale and my lungs constrict…
I am flush…
I am warm…
Each beat of my heart resigns meaning…
The child is still lost inside me, torn from innocents…
The teen inside me is hardly recognizable…
The Mother in me uses better judgment…
I hit the pipe…
All still dwell within me, comforting one another…
All confused…
All loved…
Memories are rich…
I hit the pipe…
Time wanders at a slow pace…
I find nirvana within myself…
Peace and passion run side by side…
While scorn and anger subside…
I hit the pipe…


Mars Meadows Culbreth 1999
© copyright, published 1999