Today, She is sober. Today.

She is drunk.

Like always all the time.

That night,

She smokes a crystal, but not the one you put on a wedding ring.

She is drunk.

Like always all the time.

She is high, like often more and more often.

Stimulated.

She talks loud and unclear.

Invincible, she thinks.

She laughs.

It’s fake. Hysterical.

You hear the tears through.

You see the brokenness of.

Her.

She is drunk and high.

Garbage.

She’s like a garbage can.

She smokes and sniffs and swallows,

Every Highs opportunity.

Without knowing, what it will be.

That night,

She smokes a crystal.

And laughs and laughs and laughs.

Invincible.

Till.

The morning comes,

She is alone.

Again.

Alone in the streets of Vancouver.

Sitting on the sidewalk.

Nowhere to go nobody waiting for her.

She cries she wants to die.

Alone.

She is still drunk from the nigh before.

But the high went low.

Low.

Low.

She lights a cigarette.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

Dizzy.

Never again.

She thinks.

Never never again.

Little did she know.

She went on,

Drunk always all the time.

High often more and more often.

A few months longer.

She went on.

Little did she know,

She will eventually get sober.

In April 2016.

Little did she know,

She will become a mom, she will create create create.

Little did she know,

She will live a miracle.

She is sober.

Today