My Freedom, My Sanity

MY FREEDOM, MY SANITY Spending ample time with my younger son and youngest daughter brought memories; sweet, delightful ones and sad, painful, troubled times. Here I am catching myself pondering, looking back when they were teen agers, when I was caught in the dark side of my life trying to HOLD on to my sanity. Living with an alcoholic was difficult for there was no stability, it was living a vicious cycle all the time. I was in the point of losing my mind as it was against my principle to enable this vice to be with my family. The effects of alcoholism were like VINES, creeping in, invading my house, my mind, clouding my dispositions. I felt trapped, suffocated, could not fully INHALE the air that I breathed; it was more like, I could only GASP for air. And I could not GRASP the idea of continuing to live with their father, although I wanted to keep the marriage. I felt the CLASP holding us together was loosening for me. I could not CLUTCH tightly anymore, I needed to let go. I felt like a restless bird trapped in the cage that could not fly and all I could think of was to be freed from the situation I was in, free like a bird free to fly and SOAR. Free from the darkness for all I could see was dark HUED. Free to reestablish myself and have my sanity intact, free to be back to a colorful world and see the light. Like being out in the park or beach watching kites GLIDE in the sky and seeing bright colors with delight. 7/6/21 Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Constance La France Highlight Used: #3 - CAPITALIZATION Checked: PS Grammar Check