Many lurk within the shadows
Under the veil of pain and sorrow
Cruel, unkind whose reign of terror
Affects the unsuspecting with untold horror
Take a sniff and then you are high
Seeing colours that underlie
A messed up mind where creatures fly
And you are sailing high like a kite
Rehabilitation is the only way
To redemption where there is no gray
As you come out and portray
A picture of a recovering addict
MARYANN BOSAH 