The 29^th of October, in the chilly fall weather

a small young girl visible in the hospital light.

By her babies’ beautiful form she is captivated

and though she does not know him, she is addicted

to the love she feels for him. It seems enough to make her mad.

She watches him grow: baby, child, man: becoming a person.

 

Just another boy, just another person,

running rampant in the warm summer weather.

But this boy is not normal, this boy is forever mad.

Life has been good, but he refuses to see the light.

His anger leads to violence, hatred and addiction.

He will never be free again, He is the needle’s captive.

 

But just because this boy is now a captive,

That does not mean he is no longer a person.

You do not become a fiend through only addiction

Nor do you become homeless, frostbitten from winter weather,

Because even addicts can sometimes see the light

of life, but he cannot, because he is not only addicted, but mad.

 

Yet even this man found a love so great he became happily mad.

And shortly, in that next years’ snowy winter weather

his child is born, her smile bringing his life, for once, light

But all too soon his demons return, taking him captive

once more. Fatherhood is the most important light of a person’s

life. But this man left his woman, his girl, choosing his addiction.

 

The girl grew quickly, numb by the hole of her absent, addicted

father. Everyone noticed she inherited her father’s madness.

Worry was shown to her, people made bets on whether

or not she would succumb to her father’s identical captivity.

But, she was not her father’s daughter. She is a loved person

who loves in return. Spared because she believes in light.

 

A contradiction of fate, an ordinary child, born of light

to a family eroded by their violence, madness, addiction.

Though she is a neophyte of life without addiction; this person

like any other, can change the world, helping one mad

man at a time. She will never be the needle’s captive

She will exercise her credo of a life of light and good weather.

 

Children change each person, every parent sees the light

But an addict, can choose the dark and brutal madness

instead of good weather. While living your biography will you choose captivity?