When i looked up to the hills,
i sought to find love and hope.
They came but dressed in blue pills.
How long will i take them? How long will i cope?
The mender whispered….”for life”.
My mum smiled but her mood still cried.
The truth hurt as it cut deep like a knife.
Where will i go?…where will i hide?
On the road i met RECOVERY!
She smiled as she gave me a clue.
i was so anxious to hear her Discovery.
You will be whole…You will be NEW!