Awakening: Bound by sandstone and dehydration.

All the promises that were made to me

And broken

All the foundations I have set down

are shaken.

I stare into my future and see a bare blanket of fabric.

Too soft ,

and even too thin to be felt.

Where will this desert take me next?

Arizona

I might rot here before I die.

My son, know I will stay here for you.

A mothers only wish is that father stops trying to kill her.

Taking you away is removing the breath from my lungs.

Arizona

Please spare me.

Awakening