Watching a program dealing with alcoholism, where an elderly
lady drinks several full bottles of vodka most every day, also
taking pain meds that she gets illegally.
At times even stealing family members pain meds from them, the
family is totally against her being anywhere near her grandkids,
they don't want them to think what she's doing is alright.
Thinking of all the details being presented, wondering about
addiction and why it affects some people so powerfully and
not others.
Are they lacking in faith, hope, inner strength, spirituality,
because having met people who've been to hell and back, whose
lives are falling apart, does not always make sense.
Turning to alcohol, drugs, sex, etc., they just keep going,
believing in God and surmounting every struggle and hardship
that enters their lives when finally deciding to quit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem