Now that everything is gone.
Now that I have nothing left.
Now that I've been damaged.
Now that i feel defeated.
Now that I finally gave up.
Now that I have no where to go.
Now after you made sure I had nothing.
Now that you made sure I had no one.
Now after you have destroyed everything I worked hard for.
Now you want to start your life and leave me on the streets.
Now I finally hear excitement in your voice about the future.
Now, just like before, I will have to shove these resentments down deep again.
Now I must keep my mouth shut and wish you the best.
Now I've learned that is how a mother truly loves.

  Lori Mack
    9/25/2022

Once I asked a question,
Why do we write poems mostly when we are sad and not when happy?

I think I get it now,
Happiness is a sweetness,
Which can be shared.
But unhappiness is that bitterness,
Which we tend to keep within ourselves,
Everyone understands sweetness,
But bitterness has its own variation,
Which isn't known until YOU taste it.
So we rely on our ways to express it.

Is to take the risk of falling in love again.
3/9/2022

Mustered up all the courage,
I've unlocked the door,
I don't know what's behind that,
Even if I open it,
Would I be able to step outside the door?
Or the concern of this unknown new world and self-doubt,
End up killing my curiosity?
What's making me scared, will it turn out real or is it just an illusion?
I've opposed many to get here,
Will I be able to answer them?
Many questions are making my heart sore,
Would I  be able to step outside the door?

Those shiny eyes, faintly smile,
Messing up hair and that soulful gaze,
Your every expression makes me amazed,
How foolish of me to try to seize this priceless  art,
With the countable pixels of this little lens,
Usually, I look at things,
But now I'm rejoicing you, Through my eyes,
Feel you through my heart,
The air around us has a fragrance of happiness.
This is your reality, not appreciation.