Choosing Light

Pt 1/3 -A mother chooses recovery for her baby-(Mix'd Blessings pt2/Recovery Pt3)

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?