Dear Avie,
Each breath becomes a struggle.
A daily struggle to survive.
I don’t want to die.
I know you have plans for me.
Please don’t fail me.
I will get through this.
I know you will help me.
I need to keep going.
The road never ends.
The path is always changing.
There are many roads to be traveled.
The light shines through my window pane.
Saving me.
Helping me fight off the darkness.
You are guiding me.
Help me find the way.
I want nothing but a clear sky day.
Take all of this grief away.
Xoxo- Mommy
