Break the Cycle

Darkness greets the evening of cold gray thoughts,
and dreams offer no respite.
 
Trouble seeps from the morning mail in bold letters:
 
     Eviction Notice
 
She reaches for the saving grace of amber solace
to cloud realities embrace.
 
Before the liquid sates the sinner, she pauses...
Her three children dream above.
 
She prays to God,
 
Help.. I’ll not drink again
 
Hollow is the promise as the liquid tempts her night
and then eases.
 
For now.
 
Dawn ...  
another chance to break the cycle.