Making lunches, and doing dish after dish.
Folding little pieces of laundry after successfully fighting the stains.
Sweeping, and mopping, picking up tiny toys over and over and over again.

Wiping little handprints off of glass and off of walls.
Making beds, and scaring monsters away.
Bedtime stories, and midnight snuggles.
Waking up early, making breakfast.

Feeling complete, feeling whole again.
Feeling what it feels like to mean the world to someone.
Knowing that you have no choice but to carry on,
Cause this little person depends solely on you to be okay.
So that makes it so easy, you can smile with no falsehoods behind it at all.
Because to know the feel of little arms wrapped around you,
and to hear "Momma, I love you as much as you love me"
Is the best feeling in the world, it is the instant recharge of your soul.

It's this I miss, It's this I need.
It's not having these things that makes it hard to carry on.

And when your demons
Are stealing the air
From your lungs
I will put my mouth
To yours and breathe
Life into you

They turn even on the closest in their lives
They lie.
They are blameless.
They are "perfect".
They belittle you
They tell you youll never be good enough
And you're just a huge disappointment
They strike fear in you to make you hush
They strike you down when you refuse
But you're her child so you must obey
You're her child so whatever she says goes
And no one will ever step in to help
Because you are her child
And you must obey...
Your mother
The Narcissist

there's so much ignorance surrounding me.
these people are drowsy with hate
they're sleepwalking and they think they're awake.
the worse part is when i try to show them
their way isn't the only way,
the flames burn deeper.

I'm tired.
of trying to encourage love instead.
it's beginning to feel like the blind leading the blind,
and i'm so **** tired.

A moment trapped in her words.
A moment she is all holding me to this earth.
So many places is rather be.
But decide to stay for her.
I could be lost in space.
Far away.
Instead I'm here wishing she'd text.
Wishing she'd answer my questions.
Wishing she'd love me for me.
She is the blur of tears in my eyes.
Grabbing my hand by surprise.

That one song
Evoking feelings
The urge
to dance by a stream
With sun rays
Golden, sparkling
Dancing
Between voloptuous
Green
Branches of trees
Swinging
To the music
Of your
Soul