The changes of becoming a "Clean" person and not on my medication. We are experiencing with no medication.

This poem sort of parallels me but I never took street drugs. I, over time, got addicted to "Vicodin" when I had one of many breaks of my right and left ankles!

Older now, yet
still treated as
the Baby!

My name is
"Christopher Rush."

(This is a real person that
Wanted me to write a poem
about him..)

The Rush as it happens to
me is the feeling of drugs,
street drugs going down
my veins.

His choice was Meth!

However, yesterday he
walked into the Hospital
of Red River and was
received with rules yet
hugs too.

The greatest yet worse
"High" I ever had was
when I hocked my TV
and Telephone!

Yes, it was definitely time
for Red River, for him.

Written on July 14, 2006 at 10am CST.
Name of poet - Rebecca Lang (c)