{"id":116945,"date":"2022-06-25T21:54:35","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:54:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116945"},"modified":"2022-06-27T08:13:42","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T12:13:42","slug":"disaster-hour-thirteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/disaster-hour-thirteen\/","title":{"rendered":"Disaster, Hour Thirteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Disaster<\/p>\n<p>Death, divorce, desertion, depression,<br \/>\nname your disaster and I&#8217;ve had it.<\/p>\n<p>Childhood abuse led to adulthood abuse,<br \/>\nand a widening chasm in my first marriage<br \/>\nbecame the demilitarized zone<br \/>\nthat began with the death of a baby.<\/p>\n<p>Depression spiraled year upon year,<br \/>\nfurther and further down until<br \/>\nhitting rock bottom would have been a relief.<\/p>\n<p>Near suicide after the discovery of a cheating spouse<br \/>\nwas averted by the almost unbearably sweet intervention<br \/>\nof my chubby toddler child, cuddling close, patting my cheek<br \/>\nand crooning &#8220;No sad, mama, no sad.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Through it all, one disaster, one heartache,<br \/>\none agonizing pain after another,<br \/>\none thing held true, one thing sustained me.<\/p>\n<p>Writing saved me, pulled me up and out of myself,<br \/>\npurged the sickness that plagued my soul,<br \/>\nand quenched the flames that ultimately annealed my character.<\/p>\n<p>I came through more flexible and strong, more open and ready<br \/>\nfor the advent of real love. Had I not suffered, not bled, not written<br \/>\nthrough it all, I would not have the strength, the love, I have now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Disaster Death, divorce, desertion, depression, name your disaster and I&#8217;ve had it. Childhood abuse led to adulthood abuse, and a widening chasm in my first marriage became the demilitarized zone that began with the death of a baby. Depression spiraled year upon year, further and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116945","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116945","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116945"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116945\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123408,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116945\/revisions\/123408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116945"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116945"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116945"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}