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The true story of how my sister became my lifeboat.

Submitted: May 19, 2016

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Submitted: May 19, 2016



She told me that she would always be there for me,

Through the storms,

Through the rain,

Through the pain.


Then the drugs happened,

She got hesitant,

Said that if no change happened,

She would be gone.


Life was crumbling,

She was slipping away,

I couldn't grasp what it all meant,

How much I was hurting her.


She quit talking,

I couldn't stop,

She said that all hope was lost,

I told her she was wrong, that i was trying.


She quit coming to see me,

The days got darker,

The nights longer,

The light of me in her memory was fading.


I quit using, cleaned up my life,

She was still hesitant,

Said that I could slip,

I just laughed and said i was good.


The relapse was horrible,

She was angry,

Crying face she said she was done,

That she just couldn't take it anymore.


I lost my world,

My meaning of waking up every day,

So i got clean,

So that I could prove that I could do it.


Eleven months later here i am,

Writing poetry for people I don't know,

Trying to help them stay positive,

To help them keep their light,

Because I know that the world can be a very dark place at times.


My sister saw improvement,

She came back,

She said that if I relapse again she gone,

I told her I won't because I am no longer lost.


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