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Choosing Light
Accusing, the eyes Glaring my way Dark, the thoughts Pulling me away From my child's Light. The fire, Boiling the poison Holding my Soul Without ransom. Only The eyes of my daughter Pulling me back To hold her Light. Bright sun Through the window Blinds me. I wake to see My baby's eyes Questioning, I see My mother in her Doubting me. She cannot understand My desire for meth, My love for Dark Crystal Death My fear of failing Life, Inviting doom Failing birth, your birth From my poisoned womb. My choice, made. Darkness takes a mother My child thrives, In the arms of another Losing you, I yearn to recover. Will my light survive To become a mother?
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