Thank You Willow.

There are very few I can count on
One in particular, Willow, My new Mom.
If she wasn't here, or all of you
My life would be done, it'd be through.
If She hadn't heard Me Weep
I'd already be six feet deep.
You heard Me cry, I heard Your voice
And I decided against my choice.
Thank you so fucking much Willow
For talking, rather me bottle 'til I billow.
I appreciate you, all of you, here for each other
One big family; mothers, sisters, and brothers.
Finally, somewhere I belong after these years
After all these bottles, drugs, blood, and tears.
Mischievous Greetings to you all
What you do is not something small.
You have all pitched in to save me
And I'm sure others as well, you see.
Willow came to me as a Motherly figure
In My life, and others, she will linger.
A loving Mother, something I never had
Almost seems to know when I am sad.
I look forward to visiting and escaping
Been A week since I feelt the metal sting.
I'm getting better again, but I'm scared
For My track record is spotty, unfair.
I love you all, thank you for being here
Now I have some control of My hate and fear.
You have saved this soul many times
I hope you remain, as my loving Zen.