Immobile Fantasies that seem OK but Aren't

There he is

Sitting there

Immobile

I introverted

Wondering how to swoop in

On what I must do to survive

It will only take

Extreme intervention

For us to make it

The universal life force will have

To intervene.

Who will tell them to.

Pings across centuries

That organize this chaos

And say this can’t

Continue

Without certitude

I Am Pretty Sure

 That Will Kill

Look at you

Now that you are OK

Look at me

Am I OK

I don’t think so

I am pretty sure

I am gonna have

A stroke soon

That will kill

Debilitate

I know I can call

On you, Lord

And it doesn't matter

In the infinite line

That goes on

But, But, But

I wanted to climb Everest

I wanted to photograph and

Draw trees that I love

And You have created.

I wanted to dance on

Waves in coastlines

That registered crinoline

Ribbons across behemoth portal

But,

That’s not just it

I wanted to do

What I wanted to

I didn't want to fight cancer

Didn’t want to fight indifference

Malicious indignation

Pernicious flights into

Subterfuge

Felonious fronts against peaceful

Nights at home by a fire

I wanted to sit on a hill

And float

Above the clouds as i

Assume my throne

Ruffling over waves of French

Threads of silken cloth

I wanted perfect lives

In all my threads

But I got this

I got that

I got sideways glances

Into death

I received maturation

Into truth

It's Not Unusual

Happens All the Time

People imagine from stereotypical visions what my kids who did heroin are like.

It happens all the time….the times we showed up in the emergency rooms and I as a mom was hoping for RESCUE, I was hoping for, no, expecting my child to finally be rescued and sent to salvation. I was expecting understanding from personnel and received disgust.

 I was hoping that the thin thread of hope I had thrown out to the ER expecting that my child would not be shuffled but attended to as a human being who needed rescued,

 It didn’t happen.

I know the dedication of nurses and ER work force. I personally think that education is needed.

Study Finds Addicted Patients More Likely to Recover if Treatment Begins in the ER

My kids are just like yours.  They went to college, they played soccer, and they wrote poems, knitted scarves, invented civilizations with bears and dolls. They hoped to be engineers, veterinarians, anthropologists and then heroin took over.  They were shuffled alright into despair.

All I ask is that the stigma end.

                             

My daughter, who is in a half-way house was in her first Art Show today:

This is why I volunteer for Not One More Pittsburgh. I want to help educate people about the hazards of heroin and how it could happen to your child.  I want to make our community aware of the epidemic.  I want to try to warn YOU so that you can avert the nightmare we went through.

Please join our organization and help.

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