Could Be Worse Poem by Mary Wiede

Love you so much,
My heart aches beyond touch.
There is no cure for my pain
No words that explain
How I feel is worse than
I want you to know
There is not a diagram to show
Truth prevails in my heart
However that is just the start
beginning of the story of my life's pain.
Hopefully one day will have a gain
Something to make this journey worthwhile.
Make up for my mind and hearts trial
Right now in the game
At least I gave her a name.
My heart may be broken
I would give her my life as a token.
She is so special to me
I will always love her: no matter what you see
Pieces of my heart have been lost along the way.
In my mind she will always stay.
No matter what happens she is a star
Loved immensely near and far
Her eyes captivate my heart with love.
To me she is an angel from above
When she was inside she saved me
Preserving her life made me be,
Not a mother an I:
Saying that makes a part of me die.
I love her so much I let her go
Not all can know:
The heart ache of giving up a child.
The ache is far from mild
I cannot take care of anyone
It hurts my heart; but what is done is done.
No taking back the mistakes
Thoughts of it sometimes gives me the shakes,
Mental illness may not be seen
The impact can be obseen
Its not just all in my head
Consider it real instead
Of assumining it is less
Truth is I am a mess
Trying to improve my life
Still swimming in strife
I would love to be like others
Hold a job like my brothers
Why me? ! ? I cry sometimes about the curse
Why not? It could be worse.