In a group of a circle, dirtied from my waste, was this always my life, was this always the case, the needle pierced my flesh and relaxation follows, I lay on my back and go on about my mother
I remember the farm where I grew up and the heat of southern Georgia, how everything felt right, and everything felt perfect, I remember my dad, brother, sister and the death of my mother, and how being sixteen and this news gave me trouble, how numbing the pain could start with a smoke and can lead up to pills, pipes and needle pokes, I can’t seem to breathe, my vision goes black, I think I called out, but no one called back, I said this was it, and Mother here I come, and remembered more of my past and more of where I’m from.....silence stayed awhile... longer than anyone has, I wake up in a room, to the sight of a flash, I lie in a bed, blurry figures stand around me, I start to come to and more familiar with surroundings, I see two men and woman, my sister, dad and brother, tears left their eyes, dad said I always loved you, I feel something with my body a lost feeling of emotions, but learn that this is sadness as tears leave my eyes and on my cheeks where their falling, this is all I needed, this is all I want, because if these drugs are strong so is a families love.