Indignant

Indignant am I, My Life on the Line. Through self inflections of my Dope sick addictions. Raping my soul. Unable to recover. Failure as a mother. Spinning out of control, No place to go, No one to hold. As an abuser, I have no hope for the future. Needing a hand But I have not a friend. My hateful demise has pushed them aside. Ashamed of my choices, I'm riddled with guilt. My children at risk, Hurt and broken, Loving me still. Oh, what I'd give to be free from of all my Ill's For the Love of God to find his way Back to this dope sick mother In desperation of his blessings To be forgiving For I am his child, and I need him to come into my life. For I am not ready to die Just to recover!