Poem by Tracy Collins

THE FAMILY

We were a happy family. We talked, laughed, joked around. Everything seemed so pleasant and right. Then drugs and alcohol were introduced to us. And matters changed. We were still the happy family, but with more issues than before. Risky behavior, IV drug use, paraphernalia. In these moments, sadness came. And stayed. It’s a narrow road to no road at all. Recovery. Many years later, a healing is taking place. But still, addiction leaves an abrasion.

Tracy Collins