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I can’t understand this pain I have.
Thoughts of you run tattered through my head.
I think of your leaving
And you’re not even gone.
I want to cry,
Even shout, NO
“Why can’t you just be the same,” or
“Why can’t I change?”
I wear the same name
But does that mean I’ll be like you?
Will I die like you?
I wish I could have only known you.
I want to be free of the burden.
I want to release you,
And hold you all at once.
You’re my mother, I love you.
You’re my pain, I hate you.
To separate the two
That is what I plead to do
How does one I love
Make seeing my blood seem so great.
You’re my mother,
I love you
You’re my pain,
I have you.
| wow. this was magnificently done, pulling from personal experience and pain made the emotion of the piece itself very raw and alive and managed to take the reader to that place that not all authors can take you. this was a well crafted and beautifully sad piece of work you have here. I wish you all the best and that you don't suffer from your fears. Make the best of what you have.|
|| Posted on 2008-02-19 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ] |