Heroin Speaks

Heroin--poet unknown

This poem is called Heroin, we do not know who to credit as the poet, but it has been floating around for sometime now. As the parent of an heroin addict, I can vouch for every bit of the pain it describes. And after you read this poem, read the post below and see if you have ever said those six words . . . I did and I will forever regret them.

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Heroin

I destroy homes and tear families apart, I’ll take your children and that's just the start.
More costly than diamonds, more costly than gold, the sorrow I’ll bring is a sight to behold
If you need me remember I'm easily found, I live all around in your schools in your town
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street and maybe next door
My power is awesome try me you’ll see, but be warned if you do you'll never break free
Try me once and I might let you go, try me twice an I’ll own your soul
When I possess you you'll steal & lie and do what you must just to get high
Crimes you'll commit for the narcotic charms
You’ll lie to your mother and steal from your dad, you’ll see their tears but won’t feel sad
You’ll forget your morals and how you were raised, I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach u my ways
I’ll take kids from their parents and parents from kids, turn people from God heaven forbid
I’ll take everything from you your looks and your pride
I’ll be with you always right by your side
You’ll give up everything your family, your home, your friends your money, you'll be all alone
I’ll take & take ‘till you have nothing more and when I'm finished you'll be lucky to live
If u try me be warned this isn’t a game, given the chance I’ll drive u insane
I’ll ravish your body and control your mind
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine
Nightmares I’ll give as you lay in your bed
Voices you'll hear from inside your head
Sweats & shakes bad visions you'll see,
I want you to know these are all gifts from me
And when it’s too late you’ll know that your mine
You’ll regret that you tried me that very first time
You came to me and not I to you
You knew this would happen, surely not to you?
You challenged my power, you chose to be brave
You could’ve said no and just walked away, if you could live that day over what would u say?
Can i be your master will you be my slave?
I promise I’ll stay with you and on to your grave.

So now that you’ve have met me what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you
I’ll bring you more misery than words can ever tell
Come take my hand......I’ll lead you through hell

live every day
as if it were your last...

time honored words
that bring us into the moment~

Most of us don't start our day with the gratitude or consciousness that this message implies.

And we certainly don't expect that today is the day our child will perish.

Last week I received a text from a good friend, asking if I would mind connecting with a struggling woman who lives in my neck of the woods;  she had recently lost her son to addiction, and...well...  one can only imagine.


Sometimes, more often than I care to admit, I do imagine what that would be like.


Once heroin made its entrance into my otherwise naive life by way of a phone call from the police station, I began subconsciously burying my son.


Some may say that is negative thinking.
Some may say I am being over dramatic.
I say, that's just what comes to my mind.


I spoke with my new friend last night on the phone, and she is doing the expected things to survive this first year of grief...counseling, exercising, working, attending church, thinking about contacting a medium.
He was her only son;  her only child,  and now all she has is the memories.


So when I get a call from my son, any call, good or bad, I live the day as if it were our last.
I am glad, to hear his raspy voice, and to know that God has blessed me with one more day to be his Mom.

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A Mom's Message; from FB post by Susan Klimusko

Two years ago within the past week, my son Austin called me while I was in Las Vegas to tell me that he was driving to rehab in Bakersfield. While he had denied to me that he was using prior to this (again), it was obvious he was and had been asked to move out in July as he refused to test. I was very happy that he had made this decision to seek help and thought to myself "great he turned the corner". It was at this time he confessed that he had been injecting heroin. I knew it was bad but felt that the fact he had checked himself into rehab that it was the beginning of the end of his addiction to opioids. I truly did not have a clue nor the education to understand how bad opiates truly are. Today I know and today I want to share with my FB friends that to be addicted to heroin, injecting, is like the movie "dead man walking". Few escape this beast and those that do are pretty worn from it. Educating the young is key to prevention. If you have a risky kid, don't delay. Educate yourself and plan the interventions accordingly. Please talk to your kids about PILLS TO HEROIN. One bad decision to the next to the next can compound and equal death. Please be proactive.

Susan Klimuskohttps://www.facebook.com/susan.klimusko

Removing the Veil of Shame

     shame... has no place when confronting   recovery...

                        ...our own,   or that of someone we love.

Let's not hide.

Let's not deny.

Let's accept...truth.

Let's discuss reality.

Shame? Embarrassment. Regret. Fear.  FEELINGS happen...

when our mom, grandson, spouse or daughter make publicly known the issue of their addiction to heroin...

but maybe we can choose to respond to the crisis...

with equanimity~

face our neighbors with neither shame nor facade,

and begin the important discussion of how to be 

                                 aware

of the insidious inroads black tar heroin is making into our culture.

Smoking pot, or even plain tobacco, is no longer something parents can accept as NORMAL for our teens.

Now that heroin can be introduced to the unsuspecting teen in the form of     smoke-

any pipe, cannabis joint, bong or cigarette can contain the offending substance that will most assuredly alter the life, perhaps irreparably, of 

someone you love.

So instead of being ashamed or humiliated at the addiction and hopefully subsequent recovery efforts of our loved one;  let's just be humbled~

                                              ... and talk about it.