Path of Fire

A poem I write about my mother who has been on and off drugs all her life. It looks more like it should be written by a mother to her child in the same situation.

Anglic smiles and graces

Pure you seem to be

But I know your true colors

I see your agony

You love it so

For reasons unknown

And I can't save you

Now that you're grown

It is your life

Live it how you desire

But this path will surely

Lead you into fire

Reviews

[Deanarrlack]

I hope this writing was therapeutic for you. Perhaps allow yourself to further open up about the frustration your mothers illness causes you and then an even stronger piece could come forth. ----Danny