Set Free

I was walking down the hall.
Then I saw a great fall.
Mom was on the floor.
She looked like a whale on the shore.

I was so frightened.
My senses had been heightened.
I let out a tiny yelp.
I then called for help.

I saw my mom in the hospital bed.
It was overdose the doctor said.
Rehab was the next stop.
My hopes started to drop.

My dad wasn't a stand up guy.
He even left my brother and I.
With mom in rehab and dad away,
With our aunt we had to stay.

Her huge house felt empty to me.
To my brother I let out a plea.
He was too caught up in life to care.
Without my family I felt bare.

After driving for miles,
We visited our mom with fake smiles.
She seemed better already.
She was happy and full of glee.

I was too young for that.
A therapist and I had a chat.
That was the beginning of many issues.
And even more tears and tissues.

To this day, I still haven't moved on.
But down my mom’s path I'm not drawn.
Drugs aren't happiness for me.
Hopefully someday I'll be set free.