Woman born with a
Hope filled soul
Openly emotional and

Individually complex

Atypically childless yet,
M**other to man.

I can't forget you, where are you?
Memories are haunting me, are you with someone?
Are you happy?
I'm with someone, he knows about you.
Do you think of me?
No, that's crazy, why would you?
I can't hear your name, without being pulled back.
Is it good where you are?
It's good where I am.
It took a long time to get over you.
It took a long time to realise that you were unable to break conventions.
So, you broke my heart instead.
You made me stronger, made me realise that you are in the past for a reason.
A man who cannot be true to himself is no man, so I ask again,
Where are you?

My core, my essence is bruised
My happy smile is a ruse
So many have fallen for my light
It's time to return to my core
My Centre though bruised is dark
I see no brightness in this world
This world is pain.
Why feign happiness when sadness is stronger?
We enter the world screaming and kicking
We leave whimpering and docile
Agreeable to our fate, our time is up.
Happiness is a construct to convince you that life,
is worth having.
Pain is the truth, darkness is the enveloping comfort,
sleep is the "petit mort" that we succumb to each night.