Hush! Hush!
Somebody's calling my name . . .
Not a hymn she's singing
But an urge she's feeling
Forever whispering to her soul
Brain chemistry altered
Shaking sins with her son
Deadlier than the Seven
Slippery like the Serpent
Reaching out from the Dark
Grasping on to her, tightening its grip
Recovery is like walking up a mountain
On eggshells
With a monkey on her back
Slippery Slope on a conveyor belt
Possibly impossible . . . BUT
FOR I KNOW THE PLANS I HAVE FOR YOU SAITH THE LORD
HIS PLAN can crush those mountains
HIS PLAN can loosen that grip
HIS PLAN can overcome chemistry
HE CAN smash the Serpent's head
Hush! Hush! Somebody's calling your name.
Perspective on the Poem:
I wrote this after talking to a prisoner about her crack addiction. The prison gave her no type of program, residency,or rehab. They are just going to let her back on the street, with no new knowledge of how to battle her addiction and not land herself back in Prison. We are setting people up for failure and it is heart breaking.
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