This is about my sister, forever lost in a world of drugs.. I don't know where she is, and that is probably for the best, as I have tried, and lost count, of how many times I attempted to save or fix her.. If only I possessed that kind of power..
My sister was all I had until she gave up on life> love, family, success, her dreams.
I tried to save her but found myself becoming lost in the cloak of darkness she embraced and welcomed.She is alive yet dead inside.. a walking corpse. Sleeping in her grave.
too far gone..
Was it only a choice she made or just an addiction? I struggle with this often.. Why could she not remain steady and strong?
too far gone..
She was fifteen years of age when our mother died, and she was too wounded to recover. I believe this was the moment that sealed her fate.
too far gone..
She sold her mind, body, and soul for drugs. Damn this world, and the evil that took her away from the life she will never know! My life without her. When she was little, I would sing to her Carley Simon's - "Two Little Sisters" , and she would hum along.
too far gone..
She had a beautiful baby boy, and named him Zackariah Tyler. How could she have left such a precious soul behind? A part of her.. this torments me all too often! He would ask me when she was coming back for him, and watch out the window while crying for her. His tears and sorrow left my soul wounded, and dismayed.
too far gone..
I wonder what anguish he must have felt. She was the universe to him - the stars, the moon, the sun. His universe. He will grow into a young man without his mother's tenderness, and affection. I pray that his spirit is not broken, and will be surrounded by all the love that is worthy of him! I pray that he recovers from his immense loss, and will never find himself lost or worse,
js, your words are deeply touching, this is beautifully surrendered with heart and soul,
your passionate, the love you share for your sister is touching, i am sorry to hear about
the problem your sister has, as drig addiction claims the best of people, your words are
built with detail, and the emotions are evident, penned as only a wordsmith can.
js, your words are deeply touching, this is beautifully surrendered with heart and soul,
your passionate, the love you share for your sister is touching, i am sorry to hear about
the problem your sister has, as drig addiction claims the best of people, your words are
built with detail, and the emotions are evident, penned as only a wordsmith can.
I am so grateful to have stumbled onto this place, actually by accident.. or was it?.. ....... I was so inspired recently by someone who is very talented, and reminded me of how much I missed writin.. more..