Each morning I wake up with her
As I gently touch her face…
Praying that the night before
Will forever be erased.
I’ll never know what makes her think
This helps to numb her pain
But who am I.. to throw my stones
My life was once the same.
With love… there is no conditions
As the heart often leads the way
But I’ll hold her hand… as I try to understand
Her struggles, and inner pain.
With faith I pray to god above
With fear and trembling soul..
Please lead her from her troubled past
From drinks tormented hold.
-Antony King © 2018
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