Their Addiction~My Journey- An Addict’s Mom

An addict's mother crying, as the day begins. Endless prayers are rising, her hope speaks to win. But battles are not owned by mothers on the side. And gloves may be on, but never touch the fight.

Their Addiction -My Journey, “Will You Make It?”

They may not make it out alive. I already found my daughter unresponsive in a suicide attempt, so I am numb to the scenario, yet in fear. As a parent, you never want to accept your child might die, but I acknowledge this painful truth.

Poetry -Empty

..Beating her in and out.

And there flying free,

Her dreams escape her now.

As morning sun arises,

And newness hollers, "Free!"

Lies the skeleton of survival,

No longer needed or in need.