When I was growing up you either loved Poison or hated them. Most of the girls I knew loved them, most of the guys hated them. The boys hated them for one obvious reason to me, the gorgeous Bret Michaels. While this was many years ago, I remember the thrill of listening to and watching Poison songs and videos. Bret always seemed like such a bad boy, and my inner woman just knew it could tame him.
Little did I know, I was not a woman then, but a child with child fantasies. Now as a grown woman, I still have that small urge in me that says, if I could just meet him, I could turn him into a one-woman man (not for me mind you, I am now happily married). Yet, the logical side of me knows I’m still just a fool, plain and simple for a still gorgeous set of piercing blue eyes, and a luscious mane of thick golden locks.
But, let’s get clear of my obvious attraction to Bret, and delve into current events. I was shocked and saddened when I heard of his brain hemorrhage in April. I was forced to see a child hood crush and God knocked down to mere human status. Because after all, Gods do not suffer such trivial things as health problems.
I remember thinking that it didn’t sound good, and that he might actually die. I hoped he wouldn’t, not just because I wanted a cherished childhood icon to live on, but for the sake of his family, his children, his friends. It is tough to lose a loved one, and I got to thinking about all of the lives Bret’s possible passing would affect.
It was such a great moment when I realized that he would pull through, and a greater moment when he was released and announced his plans to continue his touring. But, then another downfall. A warning stroke and a hole in the heart. I know at this moment, it is still believed he will be fine, and have a full recovery.
I just hope Bret realizes how many people’s lives he’s touched with his music, and how much his friends and family count on him and love him. The world will still be waiting for Brett after he takes proper time to recover. Bret, as I have sadly realized, you are not a God, even if for a moment in my mind, and possibly others’ minds, you were. At some point in our lives, we are all smacked in the face with our mortality. Take the time to heal properly, and get healthy.
Your family, friends, and fans all want nothing more than to have you back at 100%. I feel Bret has much more to give in life, many more songs to sing/write, many more paths to travel.
In the meantime, I’ll be rocking out to Poison, waiting patiently for a tour date near my town, and for Bret to Talk Dirty to Me.
