The Day After
Well I made it through Mother’s Day
But it was tough, I did a lot of writing
But it never seems enough
I started writing later in life, when
The words started spilling out
My son decided he had to leave
And threw in the towel
Then with an estranged daughter,
Which is highly understood, it seems
To run in the family
Emotions are raging and I feel the loss
Even more
No Mother’s Day dinner this year
I’ll just have a smoothie, some cheese
And bread, with some popcorn thinking
I’ll drown my feelings in that, darn, why
Did I do this, a cheap drunk, now my
Stomach hurts and I’m still depressed
Then I’ll watch a Netflix movie, I like
The foreign ones with subtitles best
They make me focus so I don’t have to think
I know I’m just feeling sorry for myself
In all of this
Well I am exhausted and have to go
To bed, so I’ll finish this in the morning
Cause there is more to be said
Next Morning
My iPad sleeps with me, and most of
The time upon awakening I start writing
To combat the fear of chattering in
The early morning hours, that is hard
To bare, there is a prayer I say that
I have almost memorized
“Lord take me out of this prison
Remove my chains and
Rescue me from drowning”…
There are six more lines, I find this
Comforting, for in desperation I
Am reminded I’m powerless over all
Of this too
For when it comes to sanity I always
Felt one card short of a deck, and
Wondered why I haven’t been
Committed, but by the grace of God,
Except for one or two short stays
But my nemesis of all these things is
Rejection by others, I’m not sure of
The words to describe, of the conflict
Between two people inside, the
Child and the adult, the mature side
Of me knows it is best to accept the
Behavior of others and turn them over
To a higher power, but that raging child
Refuses to accept and starts a war within
This battle continues to rage, but I can
Say, God intervenes and I seem to always
Win with Him by my side!
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