If you have not walked in my footsteps you are not meant to understand. However, throughout my missteps....I hope you can appreciate my soul. I write only too erase my day. Get rid of whatever I have to say. Thank you for reading. :) more »
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In the moment that I get to be alone, Mother's day :) free to roam. A minute hit me like a ton of bricks.
The Stress Almost Took Her
A week after my Uncle's death, we all cried over his last breath. The hospital room,
In one minute I'm watching my Uncle slowly die, Not one of us was asking why.....
Conflicted with no doubt
The man that could never say what he meant, with life we spent. Knowing always that he loved me,
Never Say I Wish I Could
With old hands I bring to you, a simple thought, people expect that you knew.....
It seems to be, at my age....
Beast of a mess...
I've met someone... he has taught me about my complainant life.... I've found that nothing of what
I can erase almost everything, not look, not see.... shove emotions
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In the moment that I get to be alone,
Mother's day :) free to roam.
A minute hit me like a ton of bricks.
I'm not over things I cannot fix.
Silently I cry, again,
wondering when I can fully mend.
No one gets to see
this side of me,
because in my life...
too be happily free.
Only to be reminded..
I can never