I’d like to start by saying sorry for not being as active, I’ve been rather down about Mothers Day, which has been seriously affecting my mood and almost two weeks later it is now the due date for the child I miscarried back in September.
The darkness has swallowed me up these past few weeks, to a point where I can’t do anything but sit in a darkened room staring into space, I can’t be of any help to anyone right now
I will not get a card from my kids today,
No flowers will be delivered on this Mothering Sunday,
I will not wake up to breakfast in bed,
This day will always be one I completely dread.
I will not receive the customary perfume,
My day will be filled with constant doom and gloom,
I will not hear that I am the best mother in the world,
Choosing to stay on the cold floor broken and curled.
On the darkest of nights, I see myself curled up on the floor,
I cry and I plead, “I cannot take it anymore.”
Isolated among some dench and darkened trees,
Grief could forever keep me among the leaves.
The thought of staying enters my mind,
Here I can be left to rot amongst the vine,
But my body wants me to be free,
To vanquish the howling banshee.
I walk through life in a haze,
Running through a never-ending maze,
Ignoring what’s in front of me,
With these eyes, I cannot see.
Stumbling through the dark,
Trying to find the light,
The one single spark,
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You are always here,
Whispering in my ear,
Saying all the things I fear,
Until I’m nothing but a single tear.
Confirming every bad thought,
You make me sick with rot,
Shame and guilt are all you’ve brought,
Until I feel all but nought.
Telling me nothing but lies,
Until all I can do is despise,
I beg for some allies,
But all I can do is apologise.
The thoughts keep me twisted inside,
I turn to run and hide,
But all I can is agonise,
As the ship around me starts to capsize.
For once the land reflects how I feel,
Like boiling water on frozen steel,
I cannot see another thing,
Finally alone my soul could sing.
The street could be full of dark creatures,
Be hosting a late night feature,
You would never be able to tell,
For I’ve never seen mist so swell.
The lone warrior walks throughout the land,
Trying to find a connection in something he can’t understand,
He walks along the abandoned halls,
Thinking of the long forgotten masquerade balls.
Searching for the answers to his many questions,
Even the slightest hints or suggestions,
He braves the highest mountaintop,
To the loneliest little grocery shop.
