Friday

Friday

Once my favorite day

Now

The day I dread facing

Most.

Weekend

Once a time of freedom and recovery

Now

An empty pit in my stomach

Without YOU.

Morning

Once, smelled of opportunity and choice

Now

It's hard to breathe, the air still filled with the dark smoke of

That morning.

Hope

Once felt easy, playful, and achievable

Now

An exhausting brutal battle of death and

LIFE.

My Promise

From the moment you were stolen

Until

The last one of you comes home

Still stands.