- the first steps to recovery -
Staring back at me,
Was someone I once knew,
But was now a stranger.
She used to be full of optimism,
Strong, energetic, oblivious,
Happiness would radiate from her,
A smile always on her face.
And now she stood beforeme,
Bloodshot eyes, scars on her arms,
Poison trudging through her veins,
Weak, broken, distracted.
I wiped a tear from my eye.
My reflection did the same.
Kanika Dewan