Remember being called a risk?

Remember the bottles of medications?

Remember the clock ticking –

when nights grew too heavy to carry?

Remember those tears in my mother’s eyes?

Remember the hands Ms. Fox held?

Remember the body shaking

from pain no one could see.

Remember the needle for the blood test.

Remember the officer holding the door

with his foot, so it wouldn’t lock.

Remember Officer Marshall holding your hand tight.

Remember your first night in the psych ward,

alone.

Remember the nurse tucking you in.

Remember Officer Chu seeing you at your lowest.

Remember Mr.Vanstone trying to joke, while you cried --

Just to make you laugh?

Remember…

Remember…

Remember…