I didn't understand what was
happening.. the terms I couldn't grip.
Every day was the same as before..
My memory had begun to slip.
I relived the pain every morning..
But would forget that Night, my curse..
After getting it checked I was told
That things would only get worse.
So, I thought my life was over.
and that "Recovery" is a myth. In my
darkest days, I reached out..
..to an angel named Emily Smith.
Emily has a way with words,
and explains them in a way..
..that makes me want to hear her
thoughts until my dying day.
Now when that dying day
arrives, and it might arrive too
Soon.. just know that she has
brightened my life, more than
the Sun has brightened the Moon.