Uncomfortable. Thoughts
rush through the spin cycle.
Secrets hold the tongue of the skeptic
and faith keeps the bottle from the hands
of the steadfast believer. Head and heart
are as the angel is to the fire. This can’t be.
She is her own worst enemy surrounded
by words infused with alcohol and good
intentions. Shattered by selfish actions
and unexpected reactions. Anxious, unrelenting
thoughts consume the woman who cares
too much but knows not how to change
circumstances which she cannot control.
He offers up prayer and she feels a flicker.
With hope that struggles bring strength
and a shot to meet sleep she’ll find peace in
her dreams. Lullabies wrap the wrecked in
cocoons where they learn to fly away
so high.