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Abstract

As I lay here on my bunk in my six-foot cage, trying to get past all my hate and rage. Wondering will my kids ever forgive me for being in this prison of Hell that I’ve created within myself? Hoping that they will understand my addiction has nothing to do with them. It’s been a demon that I once called friend. Only because she is always there waiting for me to give in. Please know I’ve been dealing with this demon long before I ever dreamed of having them. Yes, my four sons mean so much more than this demon I hold within. That’s what brings me to the crossroads in my life once again. I have a choice. I must choose. Before the train leaves me alone on these tracks that sing my blues. Life or Death? Joy or Misery? My children or only their memories?

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