Poetry About Heroin

The chair stays empty while the coffee loses heat. A mother keeps the clinic number beside the phone. Craving speaks with a voice that sounds like survival. Shame closes doors that treatment needs left open. Recovery may begin again after another difficult morning. A life is never reducible to the substance that seized it.

A mother keeps the clinic number beside the phone. Dependence needs care, evidence, and time rather than contempt. Shame closes doors that treatment needs left open. Even heroin keeps more than one meaning in view. Hope can return without pretending the road is easy.

The chair stays empty while the coffee loses heat. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Craving speaks with a voice that sounds like survival. Recovery may begin again after another difficult morning. Hope can return without pretending the road is easy. A life is never reducible to the substance that seized it.