The Inch Between Us



The Inch Between Us – Poem


I put my hand up
You put your hand up
That inch
Of glass
That inch
Between us

Do you remember
Can you remember
When you heard my heart
From the inside
Beating you into existence
Thumping you into life

Hockey player
Check
Skier
Check
Snowboarder
Check
Paintball expert
Check
Genius
Check
…Meth Addict
…Check

Exhausted, beat down
You looked
Not like you
Not like my son
Not like the brother
The brother he needs
Not like that father
The father she needs

You looked
Through me
Around me
At me
But not really
Glaring
Mad as a Hatter
Crazy
Methed-out
Drugs
Fucking hate, them

Really. Fucking. Hate. Those. Drugs.
Addiction fueled you
Addiction took you
Addiction cheated you
Cheated me
Cheated those you loved
Who loved you
Broke … our … hearts
Really. Hate. Addiction.

I was numb
I was a mother
I am your mother
I was in disbelief
I wanted to vomit
I wanted to scream
I needed to rewind
Rewind the clock
Rewind our life
Only an inch
So very close
But not
Not really

They say you did that
They say you did
They say you
They say
They
Them

With their uniforms
With their guns
With their judgements
With their paperwork
With their cells
With their law
With their proof

“I am the mother!”
I wanted to scream
“I am the mother!”
This fucking bad dream
“I am his mother!”
Fucking unreal
“I am your mother!”
Years behind bars
What will you …
Can you …
… reveal?

On the other side of that glass
You pulled and picked
You paced and swayed
You tried to be you
But the drug
That fucking drug
Still had its way
With you
Around you
In You

You spit and twirl
You grasped and gasped
Then
That moment came
Your focus returned
Split second
Then you sat
In front of me
And looked
Back to me
Back at me
Back with me
Eyes black no more
Hearts open

I put my hand up
You put your hand up
The glass
That inch
So much heat and energy and love and heartache
Between that inch
Of glass
Between us

About this poem

The first time I saw my adult son in jail, there was an inch of glass between us. Chrystal Meth messed up his life. He lost everything. I was enraged and terrified, heartbroken and when he put his hand up on the glass and then I followed, my world came crashing down.

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Written on August 08, 2022

Submitted by highaltitudemama on August 30, 2022

Modified on May 03, 2023

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Quick analysis:

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Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 1,941
Words 392
Stanzas 14
Stanza Lengths 1, 6, 6, 12, 8, 11, 9, 13, 6, 7, 11, 10, 14, 8

Stacey Powells

A published writer since 1996, Stacey’s stories have covered everything from parenting issues, local news, travel, and a hodgepodge of everything else. Her work has appeared in Island’s Magazine, Divulge Magazine, The Mammoth Times and Eastern Sierra Wedding Guide. She is a 2020 Community of Writers alumni, and a 2020 Jeff Arch Fellow. Her play Stirrups continues to be produced in theaters and her book of personal essays, Empty Cupboards, launches in October 2022. Stacey has several novels, plays and screenplays in various forms of development. Poetry is a new thing that can't be helped. more…

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6 Comments
  • adelelenaleahy
    Wow. I adore this.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • nikkib.01179
    The certainly expresses how much emotion you felt I can image how hard it was, pouring our hearts out with words does seem to give us some therapeutic relief from the pain we are experiencing though, I have found it helps us to grow in the spirit. 
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • nikkib.01179
    Heart breaking!
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • klarsenrcr
    Wow....your pain drips on every word...I send you love to hold you...
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Symmetry58
    There isn't a word I can utter that will do this justice, Stacey. This is poignant and profound. Amazing piece of writing. I am sorry you had to endure this.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • praths149
    The poems is clearly written with passion. The unique form makes generates a curiosity and the constant instances to the hurt of a mother over her derailed son convey great sense of grief and sadness.
    LikeReply1 year ago

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