Marie Slider

The War I Refuse to Fight 27 March 2018   It’s becoming clearer every day; the war that’s being fought, Between brother, sister, man and wife; hearts are turning to rot. There’s fighting, bickering, slandering and putting others down. Yet in the end, can you find anyone actually wearing a crown? Many find joy in stomping another’s small fire out, Can they not see the darkness they are creating all about? Others try to force their views, like they are the only way. Do we not live in a land of freedom for all to have their say? What’s the point in always putting the other guy down? Do you really enjoy the strain of constantly wearing a frown? Why do we hide our similarities and only bring differences up? In the end must we not all drink from the same bitter cup? Do you think the riches of this world are all you can achieve? Do you think the glory of beating someone, can change the way they believe? Why do we ...

I've had a rough couple weeks.  In my head alot, but I wrote this poem tonight. I'm sharing in hopes it may help someone else. The Mighty Foe 22 March 2018 There's a poem I once wrote about a mighty foe, It's like a dream when I think of so long ago. Back then it was just an average name, Of a liquidy substance some drank in shame. I knew it caused problems it was easy to see, I couldn't fathom to drink it, in the naiive little me. No one could make me, of that I was sure, My heart was still open, my intentions were pure. When I had been offered my first little drink, Something inside me decided not to shrink. I took a sip that I liked, then guzzled it down. If I had anymore I knew I would drown So I swore I would never pick it up again; Then my heart got shattered and my story began: Alcohol started to be my best friend. Anytime I was heartbroken it had an ear to lend. Everytime I was scared it gave me a hand, To help fight my battles or bur...