For the mother who never sees her daughter for who she is,

Blinded by a chemical not worth what she’s already lost.


To the sister who comes home mid-morning,

Forgetting where she was the whole night while the little one puts her to bed.


For the father,
Who refuses to believe he has a disease that claims too many lives each year. (the lives of too many?)

The young, old, in-between,
It affects us all.

This sin in a bottle drowns the love we share for humanity,
Takes away any compassion to band together and take a stand against this evil.

Live like a child,
Be innocent for as long as possible.

We spend too much time on this Earth,
To carry the weight of “it” on our shoulders.