Lord please help me to get through another day,
Is what she says.
Working hard for another weeks pay,
Where there is a will, there is a way..
She crawls across her bedroom floor
Barely making it, she closes the door.
She is close to the edge of not making it anymore.
She felt a hand touch her shoulder, a touch she couldn't ignore.
There was nobody in the room except her and her voices.
This scared her to wake up and make a choice.
Does she want to go down deaths pathway,
Or shape up, and make things in her life okay.
The next day the answer came in a letter
She smiled because now she feels a little better.
What she needed to happen is finally coming her way.
Almost at the brink of death to waking up with a touch and a sign saying " things will be okay."
©terrylin53
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