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Julia Blanchard Poem
I was dreaming, when I was awaken, of a child's face.
Who held no expression. No thoughts, no feelings,
Who was in a deep depression.
She was in a world of alcohol and drugs, a world of no hope.
She was in such misery, which meant she had no serenity
Her life was in such distress, how could she get rid of this mess.
Alcohol and drugs was her way of life, reality just bites.
Sometimes she was such a dope, but treatment and A.A. was her only hope.
She could of died that cold November night, but she didn't, she put up a fight.
To look at her face that holds an expression.
To see her eyes, that have no depression,
She is very courageous to say, that alcohol and drugs are not the way.
She finally found some peace of mind,
Because that child's face was really mine.
Copyright © Julia Blanchard | Year Posted 2013
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Julia Blanchard Poem
These women who,
Sit in these cells,
Once were lost,
But now they are found.
The stories they tell,
Are no different then mine.
If you listen carefully,
You'll see a sign.
The choices we made,
Were usually wrong,
But what we've learned,
Has made us strong.
Life's too short,
In these here cell's.
To be locked up.
Makes us feel like Hell.
Copyright © Julia Blanchard | Year Posted 2013
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