Cause Of You Poem by kendyll brown

I still cry at night because of very personal things that happened to me, and I cry because now I will never know the correct answer, because my mother took that secret to her grave. But everytime I cry it does feel like I am dying. I can relate to every word in this poem, Kendyll, and I know how difficult it is to not cry when it seems that nothing is going right. But somehow we manage to get by...how, I haven't a clue, but we do. A 10+++++ for its honesty and its message. Thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara