I know you

The grieving

Wounded mother

You are not alone

Those aches

They are mine too

I have cried those weary tears of frustration

Of never ending, steadfast love

Locked bathroom doors

Hot angry prayer

Of why?

Not again – Not tonight

As fists rage

A battle not worth fighting

I lie here with you

Solidarity

Tired

You CAN fight

Get back up

I have

But for tonight

Dear mother

Rest

 

As Always,

Bethany

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