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Coming Home Mom

No longer shall I thrive in this everlasting darkness
Full of shame and hate.
The smoke is making me
Leave my love far, far behind.
My love for you, Mom.
It's gone.

But now I have turned away from the road I was taking
Full of anger, mischief, and destruction.
I am now heading towards the path
Bathed in light and hope.


I used to come home and slam the door

Saying I was just going to do some homework.

Yet the work I was doing was killing me, Mom.

Killing not only my heart and lungs,

Yet my very spirit itself.

 

Now I am heading towards recovery

And I have thrown the cigarettes out the window.

I brush my teeth to get rid of the stinky breath

That has now filtered through my system.

 

Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it, Mom.

The pain and sugery to get on through.

But deep down, I know I'm finally doing the right thing.

I'm headed towards a new life, full of love,

Rid of this painful misery.

I long to be in your arms once again.

This time, smoke free.

Author notes

Note: I have NEVER done drugs. This is just how I would imagine what it would be like to have to recover from something so harsh, so deadly.
Sorry if it's bad. Haven't written a poem in forever.

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