Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART
Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.
*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack
I AM letting go
The time has come
Morning realization
This is done
I AM moving on
Though filled with love
Dawning here and now
Clear, from above
I AM placing faith
In you and yours
Capable of choice,
Successes, more
I AM opening fists
And opening heart
Letting what comes next
Lessons impart
I AM freeing you
And freeing me
To live and learn and love, now
Judgment free
I AM shunning fear
To let love bind
Illuminate my soul
Heart, psyche, mind
In the cool of his shadow
Seems protected
She seems safe
A fortress there above her
She’s unthreatened
Radiates grace
Yet the safety? An illusion
Warmth is blocked
No light to grow
She becomes a mere reflection
Of her brilliance
Of her soul
out of my hands this crisis nothing more to be done out of my hands he's lifeless gone, my sweet loving son out of my hands time priceless years 'fore addiction'd begun out of my hands still sleepless how I wish treatment had won out of my hands
*grateful this is not based on my reality. sad it is based on another's.
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