Views on Verse - on addiction.

It's easy to look away...

But who doesn't?

What is the solution to our burgeoning drug problem?

Have we all just given up?






I was joined on the bench seat in my morning bus into the city during last week by a young man who was in a tragically difficult place.

As he flopped down next to me, dressed in a truly macabre manner, I could only but keep my eyes fixed on my 'handheld' and read my mail for as long as remotely possible. For within minutes he had begun to display an acute anxiety just from being there on the bus or so it seemed.

Given that this is a 40 minute trip into the city , it was always going to be a trial for him. I still have no idea of why he was on the bus at all to be very honest despite his wild chatter over the duration. He looked as though bus travel was new to him. Very odd.

After a while, as I was the closest person to him, he just started talking 'at me' ...probably in an attempt to reduce his anxiety. I soon joined his stilted conversation and gradually tried to calm him as our journey spilled into its last ten minutes. At this point, given the disturbing content of the conversation, I then could not wait for the journey to end ...given my now 'implied ownership' of his problem at that time.

As I got up to get off and said my goodbye, his conversation took on a surprising level of clarity as he shouted to my turned back "thank you very much sir for helping me ...god bless you!" I looked back and smiled ...as did he.


It is easy when faced with such confronting situations as these, to forget that you are dealing with real human beings and when you live in a big city like Sydney it is easy to de-program yourself from your own feelings and reactions. However, as I think back over it, I wonder: where he was going, who could help him to get on with life and how on earth he ever got into the situation he was in.


Addiction - when is enough ...enough?

...resistance can usually stall till tomorrow ...reform can take a lifetime. But not without a lot of help.




Subjugation


Draw me in
familiar sin
Take me to the gate
Fold me in hungering
My ways
my days my fate

Don't look down
Or move about
The purchase is so thin
Our time is lent
My lot's near spent
To the edge
I go again

Send me down now
Laughing loud
My pain, my truth
My glee
Ready to go
The clouds are low
My weight
is strangely free

The steps are there
Advice... 'take care'
Ignore another warning
The fog is thick
I go to it
Leave me now
...I'm falling

Learn from me
Transcend me
My story's there to tell
But ...let me be
to find the key
to end
this journey well

Forwarded from my I-pad Grahame J Flynn