Waves Of Destruction

Drugs were never really something that entered my mind nor line of vision except for of course the often news reporting detectives that released the scandalous drug information or the news outlets online that sat on your desktop screen and of course other instances but my mother possessing drugs was a thought that I never bat an eyelash across.

Of course, us children are taught that drugs are bad, horrible things we shouldn't even have coming across our mind. Heck, we're even taught as kids in elementary school till the last year in high school that we should ignore drugs, ignore friends who are under the influence or if we're good enough at heart to even try to help them.

But of course, they never teach us what to do if you find your parent whom everyone believes to be a perfect parent figure, an amazing friend, and/or an amazing coworker and employee, they never teach us what to do if you find a bag of drugs in their room, to the front right leg of her bed under a loose wooden plank that fate just happens to make you trip upon.

They never teach you what to do after the moment you've realized your seemingly to the eye perfect mother who seemed to have life of a leash, tamed and perfected after having a husband walk out and almost being homeless on the streets and somehow got the fuck up and grabbed life by the reins-no, they never do teach you what to do after that moment truly.

And you know what's funny. They never teach you how to fight your way out of being held hostage after you just wanted to make things right within your family. They never teach you all the consequences beyond the actual trouble.