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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