Forgive me, for not 
being the mother 
you needed me to be.

For being too busy,
too naive to see 
what was happening 
in front of me.

For being silent
when your father 
screamed and demeaned.

For when I thought it
was sweet that your 
boyfriend carried you
to your room when you 
"fell asleep".

For not enough hugs
and too many lectures.

For not seeing the signs
of addiction until it
consumed you. 

For so many things...

I did the best I 
knew how to do.

I never realized how much
my rose-colored world hurt you 
until now, as you battle demons
and beg God to save your soul. 

I would storm through hell to save you, 
but the journey is one only you can do.

My prayer is that you 
survive the hero's journey
of saving your own life

and realize how annointed
you are to help addicts and 
abused women find an outlet 
for their trauma.
 
Assisting others is an
open door to freedom. 

I love you, 
unconditionally.

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