Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection

Addicted

I am addicted to the reassurance I never had as a kid
The security of a home,
Something that was never guaranteed

I am addicted to the freedom that was never targeted at me
Now its arrow is aimed at Mom and I
Something I thought I'd never see

But my mind

My mind is in rehab for my drug, I call it Pain
When danger was roaming free
Pain stayed with me and I went insane
Mom cried and my drug remained, the future was hard to see

Realisation dawned on me, like the sun chasing the night
My cure was right in front of me
My mother, my only light