The Merry-go-Round

At 9pm he calls

“Pray for Me”

He says

“I have an interview tomorrow”

And it begins again

This circle

That always seems to lead back

To the beginning

I see Prodigal Papa’s face

Hear his words of encouragement

An ‘atta boy’

A wish of luck

A promise of prayer

A month ago

He was employed

By his Papa

His protector

His enabler

His keeper of The Secrets

A good job

Solid

With understanding

Of his disease

In his relapse

He quit

Needed time off

The pressure and stress…too much

Claimed it brought on the depression

The spiral

That took him down

Wayyyy down

Wanted…needed to be unemployed

To rest…recoup…recover

File for unemployment

What he believed was due him

A pre-meditated contrived plan?

From the beginning?

For the prodigal to get his way?

Excuses?

Again?

Time off

Fun in the Sun

Catch some waves

Regroup

So wasteful in my eyes…

this time that goes by

day after day

life passing him by

I search for meaning

In the why’s

For truth

For understanding

So many jobs

Over the past 5 years

All lost or abandoned

At the feet of the disease

Will it be any different

This time around

Does he seek counsel

To try and understand his pattern

That leads to his demise

Only time will tell

We mount the horse

On the merry-go-round

Of life with an addict

We pray….