Stagger, erratic, head unsteady and down turned.
Thinner than a person should be.
Hair disheveled, short shorts in cool temps,
The walking dead among the living.
I wonder where her mind is at,
Speedily walking, countenance filled with fear.
So exposed, unable to hide from witnessing eyes,
My heart hurts, seeing her likely in addictions snares.
So, I pray for you, remembering the bondage.
May God envelop you in His love.
Fill you with hope and strength.
Guide you to help, send you one to trust.
I pray you hold on to life.
Seeing the hope and light ahead.
Resisting the desire to quit.
Choosing to return from the walking dead.