For the Women of Hope community, fighting to stay sober and recover
When anxiety tramples your night.
God's love will lead us to step aside. His parenting must come first.
I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.
Through the storm..We can find peace.
When momma mothers addiction.
..take this world, and give me Jesus..
The unknown lies as bait, to ensnare in distrust or divide by hate. Left to it's devices, we run cold. Numb to today because of possibilities in tomorrow.
In quiet ravines
And distance closes gaps.
I am Pluto.
You the sun.
To address how far we've run.