Post by RisingPhoenix on May 10, 2013 0:37:06 GMT -5
I saw them coming from across the way.
Grey, menacing, and full of anger.
My first thought was to run but I couldn’t that day.
I had my hands full of baggage and no one to help me.
Seems it’s always that way now.
No one around to hold my hand.
No one around to wipe my tears.
No one around to ease my fears
Or tell me sweet lies that will reassure me
That everything will be okay.
That’s what they are right?
Sweet, sweet lies.
Things will never be all right.
Never again.
When she left, she took everything.
My heart, my mind, and my will to keep going.
There’s nothing at all left here of you
And I am a shell of the former me.
I try to move on but I can’t seem to.
Too many questions left unanswered.
She left a half written story that was her life behind for me to finish
But I have nothing to add to it.
So many questions unanswered questions.
How do I get the answers to these questions when she took them to her grave?
I am now standing still.
I drop my baggage and stand completely still in the middle of hustle and bustle.
Not really seeing the people running for shelter.
I let the clouds burst forth and felt the rain fall
Down
Down
Down
Battering my body with wicked force.
I stood there and took the beating, as one should when they deserved it.
I am all alone now.
Flashes of lighting
Rumbling thunder
Pouring rain
Completely drenched from head to toe
Fist clenched to my side I scream out
Mom! Why did you let him do that to me?!
No reply.
Momma!! Why didn’t you protect me from him?!
No reply.
Momma!!! Why didn’t you stop this from happening?
No reply.
Mom who am I?
No answer.
Sobbing so hard my body shakes violently
Mommy, why did you leave me before I could get the answers to my questions?
And the rain continues to pour down my upon me …
There is no distinction between the tears and the rain.
And there is no help in sight
I drop to my knees and let the cold rain numb my pain.
For my mother
Grey, menacing, and full of anger.
My first thought was to run but I couldn’t that day.
I had my hands full of baggage and no one to help me.
Seems it’s always that way now.
No one around to hold my hand.
No one around to wipe my tears.
No one around to ease my fears
Or tell me sweet lies that will reassure me
That everything will be okay.
That’s what they are right?
Sweet, sweet lies.
Things will never be all right.
Never again.
When she left, she took everything.
My heart, my mind, and my will to keep going.
There’s nothing at all left here of you
And I am a shell of the former me.
I try to move on but I can’t seem to.
Too many questions left unanswered.
She left a half written story that was her life behind for me to finish
But I have nothing to add to it.
So many questions unanswered questions.
How do I get the answers to these questions when she took them to her grave?
I am now standing still.
I drop my baggage and stand completely still in the middle of hustle and bustle.
Not really seeing the people running for shelter.
I let the clouds burst forth and felt the rain fall
Down
Down
Down
Battering my body with wicked force.
I stood there and took the beating, as one should when they deserved it.
I am all alone now.
Flashes of lighting
Rumbling thunder
Pouring rain
Completely drenched from head to toe
Fist clenched to my side I scream out
Mom! Why did you let him do that to me?!
No reply.
Momma!! Why didn’t you protect me from him?!
No reply.
Momma!!! Why didn’t you stop this from happening?
No reply.
Mom who am I?
No answer.
Sobbing so hard my body shakes violently
Mommy, why did you leave me before I could get the answers to my questions?
And the rain continues to pour down my upon me …
There is no distinction between the tears and the rain.
And there is no help in sight
I drop to my knees and let the cold rain numb my pain.
For my mother
