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Let et Scar Sep 2018
I'll tell you what it's like,
To be a Mother & play Father,
How I had to explain why daddy didn't call on her birthday,
How he didn't meet her under the tree @school...

Like he did every morning to say:
"What are you going to be when you grow up?"
A MODEL, A SCIENTIST, AN ARTIST
Then he kissed her and parted with: " I love you, I'll see you later"
BECAUSE WE NEVER SAY GOODBYE, GOODBYE IS FOREVER,

So I'll tell you how it feels to be a mother of a child with a deceased Father....

It feels like my life is not my own now,
It feels like I'm only good because I have her,
It taste almost like Failure because this image of the perfect family I never had, that I tried to build... Is now more broken than the one I grew up in,

It feels like SACRIFICE,
Tears & Laughter ALL @THE SAME TIME,
Being a Mother feels like Im starved, sleep deprived, and on my toes at any given times,

But... It's OK..
Because I KNOW SHE NEVER NEEDS or HUNGERS for anything,
I ignore my own needs to meet hers,
I never treat myself because if I do I feel guilty for not treating her,

Every Xmas I pay the bills,
And spend the remainder EVERY PENNY ON HER,
And it's OK... Because I live to see that smile on her face,

Being a mother feels like your a great Wall of salt rock standing firm against the tides,
That relentlessly pound & crash into your aching bones,
Being a mother feels like you draw strength and power that you NEVER had before,

Being a Mother proves an empty shattered sould can harvest love in the darkest of places,
Being a mother morphs you into super woman,
All of a sudden you can fight the world,
If ANYONE attempts to harm my girl,

Being a mother is smiling thru the day, breaking down at night,
Wake up in the morning, wipe them tears til Dry,
Cook, Clean, Work, every night,
Bend over backwards til it's almost natural,

Being a Mother shows the world that even though your ****** up,
YOU COULD MAKE SOMETHING SO PERFECT IN THIS WORLD.
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SECRETS
Let et Scar Sep 2018
A broken woman holds many secrets,
Like an ocean with many unknown creatures lying deep in the darkest depths of the sea,
She holds herself like a glowing stallion,
Tall and proud,
Yet she is fragile like a wilting flower,
Despite headaches & heartbreak,
She still musters an undeniable unrelenting love,
Many awe in her glow,
Yet many throw away all that she gives,
She rises day to day chip on her shoulder,
Stitch on her heart,
But still produces enough love to raise children,
Be kind to those who are homeless,
And even those who are undeserving,
An injured woman is a vault of many secrets, worries and sleepless nights,
She's beautiful in all her colors,
Just like a bird with broken wings,
A butterfly without dust to her wings,
INCAPABLE to fly,
Yet she can STILL live & survive,
Although she can never take flight.
Sep 2018 · 133
HOLD YOUR CANDLE
Let et Scar Sep 2018
I'm torn between love and hate,
You are now my biggest regret,
Try as I may but I can never forget,
How you dangled me by a thread,
Say "Happy Birthday" than left me for DEAD,
But this time im your biggest threat,
And I won't stop til it's off with your head.
*** you ****** up in the biggest way,
Oh well, Your loss,
Cause you know I'm boss,
Ride or die,
Never lie,
But ok whatever with that,
Good luck finding another girl that can cook, work, drink, fix a car,
This time silly boy you won't have me to call when your in distress,
*** your the cause of my stress,
And I'll stay in your mind like a parasite,
Eating you up from the inside out,
Consuming your brain & weakening your game,
*** ***** I can assure you won't find another me,
You can kiss 20k lips but none will hold a candle to me,
****, won't even be able to come close in comparison,
And with every new hand you hold,
Every I love you told,
In the back of your mind,
In the deepest of your crippled heart,
You'll be wishing replacing my face with HERS.
Sep 2018 · 105
RED ROSES & BLUE BRUISES
Let et Scar Sep 2018
Roses are RED,
Bruises stay BLUE,
Sugar is sweet,
But so were YOU,
Nothing was TRUE,
I came UNGLUED,
Your promise was EMPTY,
My rage is so DEADLY,
You wanted to Marry & have a FAMILY??
I hope to God you shoot BLANKS and your gun is now EMPTY!
Sep 2018 · 190
GOOD-MOURNING
Let et Scar Sep 2018
"GOODMOURNING"

There's so many things weighing so heavy,
In my chest full of regrets,
Full of sadness and the darkeness,
And things I never said,

Like how much I really loved you,
And how it hurt to walk away,
When you became a danger,
To your wife and your kid,

The survivor's guilt it's so heavy,
Weighing down like an iron anchor,
With a heart full of anger, pain and emptiness,

All the things I never said,
What our baby said to you on your last day,
It rings echoing in my head,
It's like salt rubbed in a wound after your pour lemon onto it,

It just stings and burns,
You can't shake it,
It don't go away,
They say time heals all wounds....
But I haven't witnessed this yet,

It's been 3 yrs. Now,
You say time can heal but how?
*** my soul is oh so weary,
And my heart quickly defeated,

All the things I never said,
Dues I should have paid,
Tell you how much we loved you,
Thank you for the times you made us smile,
Thank you for the time we shared,
And even though we had our problems,
You were always a great father,

But I'm permanently stuck in mourning,
And words that I wish I could have said and never did,
There was so much left say...
But I never got the chance,
And I just wanna say:
GOOD BYE would have been nice
Sep 2018 · 146
"In The Fields"
Let et Scar Sep 2018
Behind the tall blades of grass,
He finds a place to lie,
Above the cold damp earth, beneath the open sky,
He trots thru open fields seeking a safe place to hide,
He lies beneath the moonlight, the heavens, and the stars,
Amongst the broken glass and gravel he kneels and cries out to God: " What the hell am I doing here?"
These are the makings of a madman's dream,
He marches thru the open fields so tired and alone,
Without a place to call his own,
But no one will ever know.
Hallucinations running rampant in his mind,
And wonders why God has forsaken him? When once he was so kind.
Within his view and out of reach all he had desired,but could never acquire.
"My God, my God why did you take my home, my pride and all I've ever known?"
But everything is borrowed and nothing is his own,
Behind the tall dry blades of grass...
He hides seeking his only refuge,
Covered in the **** and dirt that others left behind,
He tries to drown his deep depression 16oz. @ a time,
And running thru the killing fields he left his soul behind.
This poem describes a field my husband and I camped @when homeless.

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