“To Become” Have I become a wretched soul Emotions held in grips untold. For pain has faltered And despair discreet, Of darkened hearts in tragedy. And while no tears escape, I shutter in fear of Satan’s fate, Of lost souls in temporary hold. There’s jealousy of addictions grasp, That holds a hand I held last. …
Their Addiction~My Journey-“The Reality of Living Grief”
. .”It is the awkward space of anticipatory grief (when you know the end is near) and longing for life to return. Here we meet our darkest thoughts and our deepest hope, and it is in the black undercurrent of life they collide.”..
Their Addiction ~My Journey- “In Loving Memory”
“My son overdosed, March 22.” “They found my daughter’s body on February 28. I am so numb.” “I can’t breathe, my baby is gone. #Forever33”
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.
Poetry-Addictions Mom
When momma mothers addiction.
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.
Their Addiction – My Journey, “Painful Truth”
Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.
Poetry- Hiding in Sight
Interpreting sadness.
Poetry- Stepping into Done
Stepping into Done
Mental Health ~ The Journal #74- “Suicide Cries”
Where something beautiful should be, lies a vacant space only filled with the waste of pain. Years of abuse scavenged every last bit of light—a broken mind from a broken heart.


