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...)
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