Breaking the Cycle of Addiction
As she stands in the mirror, looking inside from out,
you can see in her eyes, what her life is about.
A look full of worry and often despair-
then suddenly, no worries, not even a care.
A mind that is clouded by grays and bright whites
rarely has a clear picture, of day into night.
Each of the days ends exactly the same;
it's memory faded, yet there's no one to blame.
The addiction seems stronger than her, at times immense.
How can she live without this crutch, so intense?
Sadly, in spite of what she's tried in the past,
it somehow never seems to last.
For this simple reason, I've steered myself clear,
since a family's addiction's, ugly head, it could rear.
Maybe this time is different-maybe now, she'll be alright?
Though, no matter what happens, my future looks bright.
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