Tonight she's okay.
Her head lay sweetly on me, drifting off to dream,
and I can tell she had a good day. A good day
that turned to a good night, something she couldn't
have lately. She found a sliver of peace
today, despite a night alone. She rarely enjoys
solitude, but something about today just felt alright.
She can only hope tomorrow gets the memo.
It's these days, small glimmers of faith, that
keep her breathing steadily,
keep her dry head laying sweetly,
keep her dreams hanging
on for one more night.
Another fight.