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SarahJane Apr 2018
I had a dream about you last night mum
Where I finally got to say,
How much I love and miss you
Each and every day.

They say time is a healer mum
And the memories will always be real,
But neither time nor memories
Can change the pain I feel.  

The pain is ever so real mum
It gets harder in every way,
Even though I know you're not in pain
And we'll meet again one day.

I fear I'm losing some memories mum
Some seem to have gone astray,  
Apart from the memory of the night we lost you
The night you went away.  

That memory haunts my dreams mum
I wish it would go away,
I know my mind is repeating it
As I long for you day by day.

I long for just one moment
To hear you call my name,
And tell me that you love me
And hear me say the same.  
  
Until that day comes mum
Goodnight,
Godbless,
Be free.

Sleep well until we meet again,
With love to you from me.

My Mum, My Best Friend
31/07/1968 - 27/07/2017
Xxxxxxxxxxxx
SarahJane Jan 2018
When the lines are down,
The phones gone dead,
The monsters now appear inside of your head.

The voices seem real,
The demons are there,
You try to run,
But youre getting nowhere.

You can't find the light,
It's darker than night,
You try to tell yourself,
You're going to be alright.

You see no end,
The walls are too tall,
You jus want to wake up,
From this never ending fall.

Suddenly there's light,
A beacon in the night,
You can see only one option,
You know that it's right.

An option to start again,
Piece the puzzle together,
Colur in the monsters,
Send them away forever.

Life is your option,
Make the colours shine bright,
Paint a new rainbow,
Banish the night.

Send the monsters away,
Put the demons in a cage,
Calm your anger,
Channel your rage.

The monsters aren't there,
The darkness is gone,
Youre life is the light,
Now you have won.
Monsters haunt us, demons try to control us, but life is your story, not theirs
SarahJane Jan 2018
The roses are wilted,
the violets are dead,
the demons run circles around in my head.

So hush little sweetheart,
sit down and cry,
put down the razor,
you don't need to die.

Your head is a mess,
your heart torn in two,
everyone loves you and you love u too.

Don't use that razor,
don't shed that blood,
let your tears drift down like a leaf in a flood.

You're life is worth living,
though you may not think true,
Keep reading this poem
because its written by you.

So leave the razor,
let the demons run free,
everything will get better,
just wait you'll see.

Whenever your down,
read this aloud,
don't hurt yourself darling,
instead make yourself proud.

Because your stronger than you think,
more intelligent than you know,
and with each passing day your memories will grow.

To out run your demons,
I believe in this truth,
That if anyone can do it
I know that it's you.
Everyone has demons, some of us can run from them, some choose to play with them.... You need to fight them

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