Her Reason Poem by Annalisa Fiona Gordon
Her Reason
Home is just a shell,
her own living hell.
Her father she doesn't recognize
and a mother who tries
but just doesnt realize
With anger she can't understand and a bottle of pills in her hand,
she's heading down a dangerous road.
He's her strength and only hope,
the key to her heart.
He is her reason
her reason to find herself again.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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