What do I say to the one who made me who I am today,
Despite, or maybe because, of the bad times.
I love her with all my heart, and that is why I am hurting.
Her lies and broken promises fill my mind now.
My mom died in 2010 due to what they are calling multiple drug toxicity. I think it was suicide; others believe overdose, but watching her spiral into what and where she was before she died...
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At long last the phone call.
Then the questions.
How?
Why?
I'm crying right now. My son, Christopher, died February 27, 2018. We tried everything to save him. Nothing helped. Now I get blamed for not doing enough. The guilt is bad. I don't have...
To my daughter:
Most parents want their children
To grow up and follow in their footsteps ...
My daughter has been addicted to drugs for the past year. She has disowned her whole family. I take care of my grandson. She hates me for that, but she gave him to me. Now she's losing him in...
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When we sit and we think
about our childhood and what you did
We wonder why you did those things
I was an addict too. I've been sober little over a year once I found out my sober, drug free girlfriend was pregnant I knew I had to change and I did for my son and so we could be a family...
Children quietly play outside
as one of the children suddenly cries
the teacher ran for the boy's help
so she could cure him for he wouldn't yelp...
Oh my gosh! This is a GREAT poem! If only those who drink and drive will read this..it'll be a great reality check for them!:) I love this poem!
The kids are bathed.
Everyone's teeth are brushed.
As we lay down to bed
The house seems so hushed.
This made me cry mostly because I'm am the addict and as I read this it was as if my children were speaking. I've been clean for over a year but they are with their grandparents and they...
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I saw death for the first time.
My life was decaying,
My body was cold and numb.
My head was taking me away from reality.
The last time I OD'd, my mom found me. When I came out of my coma, I was told my mom overdosed.
Who knew the person to save me
would come as an unborn baby?
I know that I want you around as much as could be,
but who would leave their child with someone like me?
That was a powerful poem that spoke to me on so many levels. I am a recovering heroin addict. I've now been clean for almost two months. I'm in a treatment centre. Your poem really resonates...
I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.
I've watched my hero
I immediately caught chills from reading your poem. It brings such sadness upon me. I am so sorry of your loss. Keep every little memory of your brother that you may have and dwell upon those...
Last night we argued once again,
But it's really nothing new.
We argued the night before that
And tons more before that, too.
Thank you for this. It helps to know I am not alone.
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