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I walked a crooked path in life, sinning every day.
Drugs my meal of fun. Hiding in them
to get away from all the pain and suffering. From birth
to fourteen I was physically and verbally abused. At
fourteen, I was left on a street corner.
I would eat out of garbage cans or steal from the stores
just to survive. I was arrested and put in juvenile hall,
where I was beat up and raped.
My mother can and got me out. She was living with
an ex boxer. He liked to knock me around like a
punching bag.
At eighteen I ran away and thinking it would get better,
I joined the Army. I was wrong. In boot camp the sergeant
pushed me around and verbally abused me. It was like that
for sixteen weeks.
Then I went to Korea. I was put on the
front line to help keep the South safe from the North. Stress
was a daily thing and fear of being shot went along with it.
That’s where I got hooked on drugs. When I can back stateside,
I fell in with a bad crowd. I become a garbage can junky,
that means I took any drug I was given.
While I was on drugs I went through four very abusive marriages.
Up until then the only God I knew was one that sit in heaven.
He judged everyone and if you sinned you went to Hell.
So I could not look to him for help.
The rest of my life was a blur of mental hospitals. Into the hospital
out on the street over and over again.
Then one day I was sitting on the street corner looking for drugs.
A man came and sit down next to me. I thought he was looking
for drugs too. I shouted at him to get away but he did not move.
“Son,” he said, “What are you looking for?” Drugs I said you got
some? “I got something better,” he said. “it is God.” Oh no you don’t
I know about your God and He is a bad God, judging people and
sending then to hell.
He laughed, “My God loves you.” How could He love me I am just
a sinner? “He sent His Son Jesus to take away your sins.” How could
He do that I asked?
“Jesus was hung on a cross to suffer for your sins. He died so you
will never be judged for your sins now and forever.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. How would He do that for me? “He did that
because He loves you. Three days later He was resurrected from the grave,,
now He is in Heaven at the right hand of God. He intercedes for you.”
I looked at him and he smiled at me. No buddy smiled like that ever.
“Come let me help you.”
He led me to a clinic and introduced ne to a counselor. We talked and
she said I had PTSD and was bipolar.
That was twenty years ago. I found a Bible based churched, and found
a home there. I read my bible every day, and pray to God, Jesus, and
the Holy Spirit, I am no longer on drugs and have a handle on my
problems. Today I no longer walk that crooked road. I know God loves
me and He loves you too.
I’m somehow paler now than I was through Winter
And ghosting when I’d rather be out toasting,
Even if it were still out frosting
Nah b, but I might just be lying to me,
Cuz time is teaching me what boundaries and growth mean
Like putting things in their proper place
Instead of tossed in a drawer of disheveled space
Because you don’t get taught the how,
Always just told the what
But I’m uncovering how poetry is my recovery
For, it is perspective renewed
When I can hardly see past the overcasts
And my eyes stay open doing unpaid overnights
Still, to honor ALL the parts that come with You
With the space to feel your feels
And just give it some comfort food
Or maybe a nap,
And take it all in with just a baby step
And, I couldn’t so much regret the ease..
For the tomorrows to perhaps bring a better breeze
By: Saleda Abdul
Do you want to,
Come over later?
I hear myself say y e s.
It tastes sour in my mouth,
I didn’t like lemons until I met you.
I recount the time you smashed a bottle millimetres from my face,
Maybe my riposte was too smart,
You glunched and I braced.
I imagine gnashing the glass,
Desperately digesting your aggression,
Slurping my bloodied gums, I spit:
‘whatever you are, I am too’.
You are the train and I am the station,
Withdrawn entities and lifeless conversation.
I grin at you with my new veneers,
you recoil at my advance,
We are the clasp and the loop on my favourite necklace:
impossible at times.
And did anyone ever tell you I look for you the same way I look for post on a Sunday?
It’s unexpected, hopeful and
Sincerely yours,
Never There.
I would like to tell you about my birth
but how to start with no beginning?
…
Mother said I was born
ahead of my time;
I don’t remember,
but I know I was there when
I also gave birth to my mother.
I saw when from the heart
the galaxies
gushed streamingly,
suns were smiling on the spine
rasing satellites
from the tireless breath.
Neurons formed stars
in the rainbow hair,
while Mars was preparing
for the fight.
From the fingers of the left hand
it detached,
together with the rings, Saturn
then, as lightning,
Jupiter came out of nowhere,
and to my feet
was lying down
the Earth.
Iuliana Pașca (born on 26th of March, 1991 in Romania), studied Romanian Language and Literature-Chinese Language and Culture at Faculty of Letters (2010-2014), gaining two scholarships to study in China (2012-2014). She got her bachelor in Philology with the thesis Madness in Literature, graduated (2017) the Conflict Management International Master Program with the dissertation paper Mediation System in Mainland China and presented a series of research papers such as Diaoyu Islands-a contemporary dispute between China and Japan at international conferences at Università della Svizzera italiana, Lugano, Switzerland (2016).
She participates in literary circles in Romania and overseas. She published in ARTivated Album (2015), anthologies of poetry (2018, 2020), but also in numerous literary magazines from Romania. She made her editorial debut with the trilingual (Romanian-Italian-English) poetry volume Reflectările unei molecule / Riflessioni di una molecola / Reflections of a molecule (Ecreator, Baia Mare, 2020). She teaches English in Barcelona, Spain since September 2019.
„Iuliana Pașca orchestrates the language register in an original and daring way, without prejudice to the reader’s sensibilities, so that, from the beginning of the book one has the impression that the author addresses an exhortation to be more open, more relaxed in front of the text” (Zorin Diaconescu, The challenge to the reader and the pact with poetry).
If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow.
And splash it with all the colors of God.
And hang it in the window of your being.
So that each new God’s morning.
Your eyes would open first……
To hope and promise.
If I could, I’d wipe away your tears.
And hold you close forever in shalom.
But God never promised I could write a rainbow,
Never promised I could suffer for you,
Only promised I could love you,
That I do.
If walls could talk,
they’d hear a man
breathing all alone
as he stares longingly
out the window
watching a young robin
build her cozy nest
for a family quickly coming.
If walls could talk,
they’d hear the shuffle
of routine feet
assisting the man
from the chair to bed
and back again,
and the barrage of insults
issuing from a man
exhausted from sitting
for so long.
If walls could talk,
they’d hear an old man
fumble with his phone,
punching in the only
number he knows,
waiting and hoping
to hear her voice.
“Maybe tonight,”
they hear him whisper,
but they know the truth,
that number’s been
disconnected for three years
and it’s only the dementia
keeping the old man’s
love and drive alive
in this quiet nursing home.
If walls could talk,
they might say,
“I’m sorry
your robin’s flown away,
but it’s ok to let go
and fly too”
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