Drug Abuse Survivor

She was a drug addict, Had many flings with men, And as they do predict, She fell time and again; She found herself with child, Was advised against drugs, Who cared? She got more wild, When stopped, she simply shrugs; (Think of the little life Growing within her womb, Who has no say - such strife! She builds her baby's tomb...) Somehow, the foetus grew, Abused before 'twas born, Oh! If only she knew, That it might see no morn; A friend saw her (dismayed), Six months pregnant and high, She took her home and prayed, In her bed, made her lie; Soon enrolled her in a De-addiction centre, Cared for her during the Shakes ~ was dubbed 'tormentor'; Still, she did not back down, Won her trust, helped her fight, She who was 'bout to drown Has since found the "True Light"; Three months fled by, pains came, She gave birth to a girl, Beautiful, though born lame, Survivor of drug-whirl, Forgiving self is tough, When she sees her child strive, But God's grace is enough, She's glad she is alive; Her friend has helped her win, Go back to drugs? Never! She's been transformed within, Indebted forever! 1st May, 2022 {This is a work of fiction, written solely for Anthony Biaanco's "U Choose" contest - Theme chosen: 7) Abuse of the unborn} (There are many other problems such women may face apart from self-guilt... For example: The child, when grown-up, may question the mother on the reason for her disability...)