I hate drugs. I hate alcohol.
They destroy individuals, families, lives, and homes.
They leave behind a path of pain and heartache,
and a trail that is specific and haunting.
I hate memories of dealing with drugs and alcohol.
The memories of finding a passed out body
and children left alone.
I hate memories.
Memories of violent outbursts that must belong
to someone other than the one I love.
I hate the memories.
Memories of the lies, deceit, cover-ups, and denial.
It’s just that, here I am, stuck in the memories.
Fearing the memories to come alive again.
It’s just that I want so badly to hope and believe,
but the barrier is erected.
It’s just that I desire recovery but I cannot provide it.
How did we get here?
It’s just that I had these dreams for each one of them, my loves.
I had dreams that they probably never dreamt.
I had hopes and visions of a life I thought would be perfect for each, individual soul.
It’s just that it’s hard to let go, to allow, to be a spectator.
It’s just that I am a mother, but my dreams do not matter.
My hopes do not matter.
My visions do not matter.
Their lives are their own.
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
It’s just that… I am their mother.
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