The Rebirth

She sits staring into space
Lost in thought, clothed in misery
Life meaningless, without purpose
Another bottle she opens to drown
Another puff she takes wondering
“Will he come home today?”
the loneliness worse, seems hopeless!

Where can she find rest?
Her soul troubled, spirit broken
A thought in mind, plan forming
End it all and rest, she reasons;
“Come to me and rest” a whisper
She wonders, then ignores

“I love you” another whisper
Suddenly, warmth surrounds
Her chains broken, she sobs releasing
Burdens lifted, joy, her spirit bubbling
Her heart renewed, hope established
She is re-birthed!