A shade of yesterday resigns.
As an ancient star never aligns.
To shine beyond the path it's given.
And let light in when it's forgiven.
A cosmic trail of never ending.
Lost in the mail forever sending.
An unopened message of love.
That only comes from up above.
Return to sender ever ender.
To never know a warmth so tender.
Compassion's not addressed to some.
A mailed letter that did not come.
Forgiveness lives inside forgivers.
For some, it's cirrhosis of the liver.
Till death do part straight from the heart.
For some, they just can't seem to start.
An endless longing for tomorrow.
To pay for yesterday's we borrow.
In hopes all of our dreams come true.
Before our time on earth is through.
Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met.
Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat.
Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high.
Having failed to be free many times, she decided to give it one last try.
She decided to check into Prevention House, which is where I met her.
Her life would be forever changed, beginning that cold Chicago December.
She was tempted to protest, but she felt this time she will not fail the test
She waved goodbye to heroin heaven and said hello to her haven of rest.
Then, there was Mac who was an angry and bitter man bound by alcohol.
He tells a story of shooting a man and the thrill of watching him fall.
Mac later tried alcohol for cheap thrills which became his greatest fall of all. He did beat alcohol but was never able to be cured from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like Flo, Mac overcame his addiction and gained peace with God forever.
122320PSCtest, Addiction Poetry, Rob Levasseur
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