Poetry by Danielle Lollis

I grew up in a whole family of alcoholics and addicts. It just wasn’t Christmas till Aunt Susan fell down drunk. My mother was the ONLY person in my family to escape her addiction. She made it through after a few relapses. Now I watch helplessly, not knowing what to do as my best friend since the 6th grade falls into the pit of addiction. She can’t even see it as a problem. I am stuck at a fork in the road, leave my friend to her own peril or make her hate me by trying to force her sober. I know you can’t make someone get sober if they don’t want to; I’ve been going to AA meetings with my mom since I was 5 but you still always feel like you can save someone. This poem isn’t great but is how I feel. Enjoy and thank you. (There is inappropriate language for all who are easily offended)

This one is once again about my best friend of 10 years spiraling addiction. I am lost in a sea of confusion when it comes to her.