Tomorrow 

And she knew that the morning’s offering would require more strength than she had given before,So she lay down her tired head,

Asking for grace,

Hoping for acceptance,

Needing love.

She promised the little voice inside that she would keep her safe.

Then she slept

(Because breathing was too hard with awake knowledge of the day to follow), 

Dreaming of his hand holding hers. 

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