A poem by Ruth Ann Hirt written March 1, 2017

The pain - it swallows me whole
     regardless of the pills
               the alcohol
                      the therapy
The pain - it swallows me whole
      into the belly of seduction
      into the belly of denial
      into the belly of not
                             remembering
and though the details are vague
The pain - it swallows me whole



March 2017 was a difficult month for me. Today I feel stronger. I pray that I am able to stay strong.