Before Poem by Rebecca Navarre

ages 18, and 30.

On one of the many...visits, different hospitals,
different wards, to see my brother afterward... I
was pretty young yet, when passing a young girls
room, on the floor my brother was on. She to my
recollection was like age 13/14..She was screaming, kicking,
consistent, at the top of her lungs, pillows, teddy bears,
flowers and cards. Surrounded this beautiful blonde young
girl, long hair. Sun shinning so bright through her room...
While her Mom sat at her side face in her hands crying.
Father back farther near the window. My Mom had said later,
That little girl had o.d. on hard drugs and was no longer
of present mind, and would remain that way... Looking at the
skeletal body, white face, of my brother... And seeing that
child...Left such a Extremely Deep impact on the Harm, , , that
hard drugs can do! ! ! ! ! I Don't Mean This As A Horror story! ! !
But, A Warning! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! One I might of Never headed or the
depth comprehended, without witnessing.....