I pray for you. I always have and I always will.
I prayed for you to come into my life,
I prayed the moment you were born.
I prayed when we took of the training wheels,
I prayed when you left the house for your first sleepover.
I have prayed, more than you know.
I have prayed for you in the milestones,
I have prayed for you valleys.
To me, you will alway be my child -
The one who heard my heartbeat from the inside of my own body.
Through all of the first's - I held your hand. I cheered you on. I wiped the tears...
But other's, they don't see you this way.
They are quick to label you -
a waste, an addict, good for nothing, no-one.
They avoid eye contact, because you are subhuman.
But you aren't, you are my child.
Sober you is your sister's protector, your brother's playmate.
Your court date approached. - I spoke to your court appointed lawyer.
"XYZ needs help, they are agreeing to go. Please. Ask the judge"
"Miss, there is no better rehab than jail. Jail is a poor man's rehab"
Systemic Failure.
Simply put.
I advocate for you, even when you aren't doing the right things.
I fight the system, because every human deserves to be acknowledged as such.
Through it all, I pray for you.
You may not see it, but. I am still here, holding your hand.
I am waiting for you to come out on the other side, holding onto hope.
You see, hope is a powerful thing. I serve God, who is hope - and He has more planned for you.
So for now, I wipe my tears, and fight the exhaustion. Because this time, just might be different.
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