**It’s time to reflect on how we got here, call it disease, call it spiritual death or a product of environment or learned behavior–it’s killing people, loved ones, friends, parents and kids. Maybe we stop pointing and start redirecting. Maybe we love people and not their decisions.
Maybe we just decide that some people’s struggles are uniquely their own-
It’s still a struggle.
Your hand in mine and mine is yours.
I will help you my fallen brother or sister.
Life is what matters, life is worth living.
I pass along my love to you.
On the Corner Again
Hanging at the street corner one more day,
a block from oblivion, a few steps into decay.
Searching for a quick turnaround,
keep him in your mouth long enough to swallow the pain.
Parceled you a twenty, fell to the ground
ambition, a fantasy society passes down.
That twenty spot won’t last long-
and on to the next one.
A quick fix between the toes, another moment blown.
On her knees again to score an afternoon bundle, with twilight nowhere near,
or scrape some tar free,
not thinking for a moment how she got here.
Grasp the illusion of dignity,
exchanging a few minutes of relief.
Back to the corner for another round,
feeding this incessant need.