A Poem by One of our Youths
Stop and stare at the beautiful blue sky
which use to be a black, fire filled nightmare.
Stare down at the red rose blooming,
which used to be a a thorn studded flower.
Used to addiction, used to the thoughts flowing through your veins as you thrust the needle into you skin.
Now the tranquility seem too much, for even the smallest matter now.
Brush your hand over your cheek, feel the warmth and not a dead, numb sensation.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath and feel life flowing, pumping through you. What used to feel like a death sentence filled with chemicals down your lungs is now a calm and beautiful thing.
Open your eyes smile, for life itself is a gift, filled with beauty.
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