Spoons

Spoons

I searched the kitchen cabinets

I searched the bedrooms, but no spoons could be found

Missing spoons where were they

Could not grow feet to walk away

Months went by until I found 1 spoon

Hidden in the corner of the garage black, smoldered, burnt

Then something flickered like a light bulb in my head

My addict turned to crack

Crack ……………

My heart was broken for the addict

My mind raced with questions

So, I threw the spoon and others throughout the weeks

 I wrestled with approaching the situation

Until one day I did and surprised with the response

How could he not talk to me before he decided to go that route

What demons did he wrestle that he needed to escape?

I prayed in the garage and he migrated to the laundry room

Prayed in the laundry room

He migrated to the bathroom

I prayed in the bathroom

His plan was to migrate to the bedroom closet

I drew the line and prayed him away asking God to take care of what I could not