I Am Scared

I am Scared this may be the end… I try not to think about the sadness the future holds. To concentrate on anything else is too much. My mind wonders and panic sets in, When I hear the news or the phone rings. Anxiety rushes like fear in my veins. I am frightened—I have no control. I am afraid—this may be the end. A visit from behind bars or a funeral to go. Death or arrest--it is a matter of time. I cannot sit still—I have to try—hope is slowly faded. After a year my son skipped out in the night. The urge was so strong he gave up the fight. My son is an addict—I miss him so… I am his mother and I cry every night… Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao