My lost redemption

Posted in Uncategorized on April 28, 2016 by Terri L. Johnson

Recently I have had a lot to think about and somethings are good and some things are bad.  You see for some who don’t know my son Teagan Johnson was 15 years old when he shot and killed by a gang member on October 12, 2013.  He was just 15 years old and that night he was on his way home.  His murderer still roams free and is still alive and well. This fact alone brings me great anger and pain.  Yet the question remains when the subject about forgiveness comes up, can you forgive this person?  can I?  yet how can I forgive someone who shot my son to death when i cant even forgive my self for letting my son  go that night or the fact that i wasn’t there when he died?

It is because of these facts that hold a huge amount of shame guilt and anger.  Yet I can’t seem to deal with all these emotions that swirl through my brain on a daily basis.  It was like Teagan took huge chunks of each of us with him and now we are all lost.  When I say “we”, i mean my other sons Colin and Sage and my daughter Malaya.  It’s like we all swim in a huge sea not really finding our way and just flailing haphazardly here and there just brokenly going with the ebb and flow of the waves.  That is until we crash over and over again against the rocks of reality.  It s a grief we cant seem to find a way to deal with.  A grief that consumes us and embraces us tight that we seem to lose our bearings in the world every now and then.

These emotions seem to overwhelm and it is because of this backlog I choose to write what is now on my mine. My grief suffocates me to the point that i have made so much stupid choices and now i must face the consequences of these choices.  These horrendous choice shave come when i clouded my sanity with alcohol.  It is because of these choices it has affected my relationships and also my whole life in general.  I can only now take responsibility for the actions and thoughts i myself have done.  All which have been because of the addictions i now face due to my inability to cope with reality without my son.  I’m now considered what i now realize to call myself and that is an alcoholic.  I chose to drink to the point where i numbed the deeper part of everything that was me.  I’m far from perfect, in fact i feel I’m so tarnished beyond recognition.  I feel I have failed my children in this aspect and also that of my now deceased son.  I know I’m beyond being a good mother but i continue to do as i must for each of them and i do struggle like any single can.

I try not to lie to my children but its the fact that I have been destroying myself openly that I’m robbing them and giving them so much of negativity that its hindering my ability to parent on an appropriate level.  Although I don’t drink or subject them to my drunkenness I still give them that state when i come home after I drink.  To me this is unfair and to them it is unfair and its a cycle i put us all through.  It’s not that i wont go into detail as to my accounts of shenanigans i have done while inebriated it’s just the issue itself that is still just as much damaging.  I have decided I’m selfish and it saddens me because i have been a giving person even in past abusive relationships.  But this is how i now see myself.  I see this shell of me as ugly and shaded as bile that rises in my throat when im sick from drinking too much from the night before.  It’s the shell of me that has destroyed a lot of close relationships and I have pushed away and severed so many relationships in the past two years that i cant keep up with my trail of destruction.  These relationships I miss so dearly and the people whom i still love are now far away from me.  Even poetry in which i have used as a gateway for release has become less of a band-aid.

It’s the image I see of myself in the mirror everyday that disgusts me and brings me tons of sadness.  Its the ugly and the diseased as i now see myself that brings me the most pain.  It is the words that i have come to find so soothing a crack in my sanity a bain in my existence of a life that i feel is not my own.  I have done so much to create a wall of shame around myself that I have no idea how to get over.  I always thought of myself as a superhero where i could knock down any wall, now i have built them so high i feel i cant get over them.  I have hurt so many people and caused them so much pain.  For this i apologize and i can never take back the wounds or cover and scars that i have now given their souls.  I’m so sorry for this.  It is why i condemn myself over and over again, day after day.  Like i said…im not perfect nor will i ever try to be and nor will i ever claim the title of perfection.

You see I have drunk so much to the point that i have been fogged or blacked out in the things i have done or things that have happened to me.  One of which is rape.  this one time i woke with no pants or underwear and just a blouse on that had ties which appeared to have been cut or torn.  That day and the days after i felt so much shame and disgust in myself because i had no idea as to what had taken place.  I knew i was violated but to what extent is still buried deep within the recesses of mind.  This on top of being violated as a child and as a teen i knew this shame is one of the scars on my back i will hold with me with every continued step that i now take in my life.  If i could take back the shell of me that was once pure and innocent i would grab hold of it for dear life and never let it go.  But i cant….. That person, that child, that woman is now gone.  So many chunks have been taken from me I’m now feeling that maybe there isn’t anything left of me.  Which is why i cant redeem those parts of me that are now gone forever.  I have trouble getting to recognize and love the me that i now am….Since i’m now lost from total redemption.


I laid my palm against your cheek

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on January 3, 2013 by Terri L. Johnson

I laid my palm against your cheek ~

I laid my palm against your cheek.

leaving me breathless

and unable to speak.


loving the warmth

and electricity

that came from the contact.

Emotions swirled

one after another,

over just how a simple touch

could create such an impact.


how simple and fleeting the act could erupt.

so fast and recurring I just couldn’t get enough.

As my hand retreated

the contact and electricity depleted.

I laid my palm against your cheek.

Now I will always have a sweet memory to keep 


© Copyrights January 2, 2013. By Terri L. Johnson.

Lost love found again

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on January 1, 2013 by Terri L. Johnson

Lost love found again.

I walked down the street as the setting sun

was beginning to wane.

The dusk cast shadows

upon the street sidewalks ahead of me.

The scene reminded me of the time we met.

I could still smell the jasmine in the air.

I could still feel the summer breeze,

as it embraced us both in its accepting ease.

My heart had fluttered when you brushed

aside my hair.

My breath caught as I saw the loving intensityof your stare.

It was that night you kissed me for the first time.

I remembered your lips upon mine.

Soft and so supple.

True heavens divine.

Horns were blaring,

crashing me into brutal clarity.

A fleeting memory of a now gone,

lost love.

The trains tonight were fierce.

Crowds milled everywhere.

of course for them,

love was in the air.

with a sad gait

I made my way.

Caught a train to take me away.

Well only to 1st and 49th.

But still away from

this sugary and saccrine valentine melee.

It was no where near summer

and the air was cold and crisp.

The train was crowding and

the fill was becoming brisk.

I couldnt find a seat,

so I chose to stand in my retreat.

As my hand grasped the pole,

the same moment the train took a jolt.

A hand steadied my impending fall.

My breathe caught.

Eyes locked.

Fingers touched.

Could this be?

Stood before me,

was my long lost love.

The roar of the train continued on,

my heart beat, so strong.

A smile, he graced upon me.

Like the memory of the unforgotten kiss,

he left me with.

Valentines day,

look what you did…

(c)Copyrights by Terri L. Johnson.

Dream Shadow

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on August 16, 2012 by Terri L. Johnson

Dream Shadow ~

Sleep was so elusive.

thoughts of you moments before,

were now starting to become intrusive.

Those thoughts were harboring on the edges

of my mind making me wish they were so inclusive,

almost begging for you to become mutually exclusive.

My dream shadow had me wanting.

making all my fantasies before,

quite erotically haunting.

Because of your allure,

you were becoming quite sinfully taunting.

In my dream I was craving your touch.

My body shivered from wanting you so much,

keeping the lines of my nerves so taut and such.

You were fast becoming my sexual crutch.

The hard thrust of you

the sweet friction

that only you induced,

I’m one live wire that can’t be diffused.

Feeling the silkiness of your body against mine,

sending delicious pleasure up and down my spine.

exquisite pain of ecstasy

was now becoming my only life line.

Tossing and turning in the sweet abyss.

I already craved the sweetness of your kiss.

Damn this dream is one I always miss.

Dream shadow,

dream shadow

with your sexual hallow.

sinful and sweet making me

want to stay in my sleep.

The sweetest feeling

I definitely want to keep.

© Copyrights August 16, 2012.  By Terri L. Johnson

I Found You

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on February 8, 2012 by Terri L. Johnson

I Found You ~

Beneath the moon

I saw your face.

Covered in sweet misty haste.

Like a whisper so soft and chaste.

I knew I couldn’t let this moment waste.

Your eyes so bright

you made my breath catch.

so heart wrenchingly beautiful

my love for you

was becoming irrefutable.

The wind caught your scent

with it a promise

that became heaven sent.

two hearts beating as one.

I knew our story had just begun.

I could feel your skin

even before you grasped my hand.

The touch of your fingers

held close against mine

was like heavens divine.

The tingle of awareness

you gave me,

was so sweet and ever bliss.

One kiss was a treat

that escaped my thoughts.

in between the beats

it was the skips that I fought.

Could you feel

how fast my heart was beating?

Could you hear

the shallowness of my breathing?

Could you feel

the fleeting shutters

of butterflies that you set off

just by your look?

You know

it was my heart

you just took.

I found you

all soft and tough

at the same time.

Intense and affectionate

I wanted you to be mine.

but even the moon

could not grant me this.

it was like a fleeting wisp.

A tremor of a heartbeat,

a fate I couldn’t cheat.

So my heart wrenched.

My hearts cry lay wasted and drenched.

Depleted and drained,

wilted and pained.

An agony I didn’t want to embrace.

But it ripped me to the core.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

So I turned my head away

I knew I couldn’t stay.

Accepting this cruel fate

I needed to draw and abate

and leave you in haste.

My heart will shatter if I stay.

I want to remember the look of you.

Just the glimpse to get me through.

I’ll keep the moment close to my heart.

Since its best that we just stay apart.

So here I say goodbye today.

Beneath this moon

and hope one night soon.

You will remember

as I will

the night I found you.

© January 18, 2012 By Terri Johnson .

If You Really Knew Me

Posted in Poetry on August 30, 2011 by Terri L. Johnson

If you really knew me…


I’m a single parent of four beautiful children

I make it on my own yet

I’m finding it tough to handle things.


it’s hard to keep a smile on the outside

knowing that you are not doing

all you can without any strings



It breaks my heart

when I see my little souls cry.

Only to get hurt by the dad who

has scratched

them out of his life.


light wounds left festering,

forgotten and infected.

Withering with

self hatred, guilt and anger.


Blaming themselves for a relationship

they had no control of

for a marriage they didn’t

set anchor to.


their parents blindingly

set their paths,

knowingly raked their backs

of the common thread of disease

known as misleading love and abuse.


Abuse of the soul.

their souls that were left

barely whole

from parents abuse

of selfish lies and misguided cries.


I cry for my children each and every day

knowing I failed them in a very special way.

I still know I can’t ever make things okay.

Because I was part of the problem

and now they have to pay.


I condemn myself

a thousand times over.

knowing I can never

quite recover

all that I took from them.


I hang my head in self hate.

Point my own fingers in self blame.

Spill my own tears in judgment

only to know I will forever feel

their pain.


I know I’ am not a good parent

and I know I have wronged my loves.

If you really knew me…

being the one who hurt them,

is something I’m not proud of.


I made them witness my pain.

Made them see my shame.

Now I only have myself to blame.

for the spark of anger in their hearts

that will soon turn into a rage of flames.


I count in seconds if not minutes

each time they grow,

knowing that the memories i helped

imprint is something they will never

let go.


If you really knew me…

you’d know

That I can’t bear to do this alone.

That truth be told I’m scared,

to make this journey on my own.


But yet if I set the clock back,

new memories of different attacks

will come to be….

of lives that were never quite free.


I scarred my children

with scenes of filth.

Now all I have left is the pity

and the guilt.


So if you really knew me…


You’d see….

that it’s hard just to be….

knowing of what I have guided from.

Hoping that my children

are not products of what I have become.


If you really knew me…


© Copyrights August 26, 2011.  By Terri Johnson

Her Tears

Posted in Poetry on August 24, 2011 by Terri L. Johnson

Her Tears ~


They were messages sent from the dark.

Sent from hate to deliver straight from the heart.

She couldn’t just leave it.

She went to him.


Her curiosity got the best of her.

her anger was the spark.

It was only a matter of time,

before the shit hit the fan.


She got to the scene of the crime.

Yet she didn’t know it was

where the storm would erupt.

Thunder could be heard in the distance.


Violent shouts of spattered sound waves

reverberated throughout the night.

Waving fists were flown here and there.

Minutes past.

seconds slowly ticked by.


He grabbed her arms and held her

in his steel grip.

She could feel his anger

tremor throughout his body.


Her fear and anger mingled with

an uncertain tingle.

A pounding started in her head,

and followed a path straight to

her neck.


Like angry mosquito’s.



not giving an inch.


It was the calm before the storm.

The message that had been warned,

a telling she ignored.

For which now she has sworn,

her anger and justice scorned.


One night gone haywire.

a night inked in bloody fire.

A message of black satire.

A fate that turned dire.


Now only she pays the price.

Her hidden silence

of lies,

catching up to the bruises

and fallen tears that she cries.


Fallen tears that only she feels

hidden tears that only she can see.

Blinded tears that only fall

with the scene in her mind,

coming in cadence

with her fears.


©Copyright August 23, 2011.  By Terri Johnson