EPIPTHANY

DEPRIVED OF REST AND HOPE SHE SAT IN HER CORNER CRUMPLED LIKE A BED SHEET, JUST LIKE HER MOTHER USED TO.

DEEP SUNKEN EYES AND SALLOW SKIN, HAIR KNOTTED AND SMELLING OF SMOKE AND LIQUOR.

USED NEEDLES SCATTERED ACROSS HER HELL-HOLE; SHE KNEW NO BETTER.

BETH WAS LONG GONE; THEY CAME AND TOOK HER AWAY ONE GREY JANUARY DAY.

SCREAMING LIKE A BANSHEE; MY CHILD, MY CHILD.

SUNDAY WAS ALWAYS A BAD DAY; NO ONE CAME AND NO ONE CARED.

HER LIFE BEFORE HAD BEEN FULL OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS BUT, SHE WAS HAPPY.

SHE SERVED HER PURPOSE AS A WIFE AND MOTHER. MEMORY FADED NOW. LIFE HAS BECOME A CURSE.

TAKE THIS POOR SOUL BACK TO BEFORE CONCEPTION. RE-CREATE HER DNA – MAKE HER WHOLE AGAIN.

THE RAIN PATTERED ON THE BROKEN WINDOWS, THE ROAR OF THE ROAD OUTSIDE WAS DEAFENING.

HEAD BOWED INTO HER SUNKEN CHEST, SHE CLASPED HER HANDS TOGETHER IN PRAYER AND ASKED FOR A SIGN.

SILENCE, LIKE A GRAVEYARD…UNTIL, DEEP INSIDE HER SUB-CONSCIENCE SHE HEARD A CELESTIAL VOICE. LOOK WITHIN YOUR SOUL FOR THE

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