Whirling Dervish #2

She’s done it this time;
cut off her sticky road to death
with a silly drug theft.

Already she has caned her stolen cache
grabbed less than a week ago; a four-day binge
and now she’s finished, a pariah, hated for what she did.
She’s robbed the only one left who would give her
not only the time of day, but drugs for free.
there is no-one to turn to, even if
she had the money to pay.

I feel little pity
even for my sick children
who sit carefully apart,
each sunk in their
own, individual

My son
looked at the sky,
saw a light, but he let it escape,
and went back to familiar tricks and lies.
My daughter sits atop a mountain of fear and pain,
in a stinking, vomit-strewn room, wriggling, retching;
with no straw to grab, she clutches her liquid stomach.
The last straw she had broke the dealer’s back.

I believe her only option may be rehabilitation.

I must not dwell on her agony, only on the hope
that she will soon be free within her mind;
although in three days her body
may be transported
to jail.

Determined to deny
my aching weight of pain
I force the faintest wry smile across my face.
My whirling dervish has committed a deluge of terrible crimes
against family, friends, enemies, those she loves, those she hates
and those to whom she is indifferent. They litter her history
in various states of health and decomposition,
but my daughter is to be punished
for the crime of shoplifting
and failing to abide
by the court’s

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©Jane Paterson Basil


14 thoughts on “Whirling Dervish #2

  1. You need to do that to survive. It’s not unlike what I did when working in mental health, although that is a poor comparison to your circumstances. I found that I couldn’t be ‘present’ or supportive in a meaningful way if I lost my objectivity.

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  2. One day at a time, right? 🙂 Really powerful work happening here. Very dynamic, I love that you About Page is also a poem. I am grateful to NOW be following the world you are creating here on your site. Thank you, Zach from StrengthsLife.com

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            1. That’s a good answer – mine must be over by now, and I hadn’t noticed. It’s bedtime where I am, so darkest hour or not, it’s time for sleep, and when I wake up it should be daylight, and time to do some work – although I’ve started repainting my home, and I’ll do a bit of that before going back to my writing. 🙂

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