Poem: Dear Heroin

Like God made you just for me,
a gift from heaven to relieve,
if only for a moment,
the pain and trauma
forced upon me
by this rapist
called "life."

You pick me up
like a loving father;
holding me close and firm
in your all-encompassing arms of caring support.
Giving me just enough freedom
to wriggle around with joy,
testing the boundaries of our fun.

And just when I'm afraid
I'm going to slip and fall
you catch me
reminding me
of the love and safety
of your arms.

You are the most wonderful
thing
I have ever known...
And you are bad for me.
I do not know
whose fault
this is.